Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

Chapter 97: Chapter Ninety-Eight: Crossing the River with a Reed 1

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“No rush, we’ll go when it’s dark.”

With meticulous planning, Su Qingluo reasoned, “During the day there will be too many people around, might stir up trouble.”

“Alright then, I’ll wait for Master at the imperial palace, while I also see where they’ve brought the kid from.”

Now that Little Kingfisher had a new source of amusement, and an itch to gossip, he couldn’t wait any longer, flapping his wings and fluttering up into the sky.

“Oh dear, this kid, he’s so impatient, when will he ever mature.”

With Little Prince snugly in her arms, Su Qingluo watched Little Kingfisher fly away, her charming lips curling into an amusing smile.

The night grew deeper, moonlight shimmering like water.

In the hushed little mountain village, every house was shut up tight, the occasional distant howl of a wolf stirred up the dogs to make noise.

After ensuring that the Little Prince had fallen asleep, Su Qingluo softly tiptoed out of her courtyard and ran to the riverbank, pulling a reed and launching it onto the water’s surface.

Her delicate body, as light as a nimble swallow, floated onto the reed. Using it as an oar, she ferried across the river with astonishing speed.

Across the river on a single reed!

The miraculous sight startled the imperial guards hidden, keeping watch over the imperial palace.

Two of the guards rubbed their eyes vigorously, breathing in sharply as they watched the petite figure gracefully approaching over the water.

“Two, three, fifteen….twenty.”

As the two guards gawked, Su Qingluo harked carefully, from the faint sounds of their breaths alone, she mapped out the locations where the palace was under secret surveillance.

“Yin’er, distract the imperial guard at the southwest corner for me.”

In mere seconds, she had a plan formulated and communicated it to Little Kingfisher.

“Sure thing!”

Excited, Little Kingfisher flapped his wings and circled twice over the imperial palace, perfectly locating his target.

Whoo…”

A series of sparks spurted out, igniting the stables in the southwest of the palace.

A string of startled neighs sent more than a dozen horses breaking free and galloping around the yard at top speed.

“There’s a fire, put it out quick!”

Up in arms, the imperial palace was in chaos. Hearing the commotion, attendants and imperial guards rushed out of their rooms, a frenzied confusion.

“Yin’er, you were supposed to distract them, not to cause such pandemonium, right?”

Amid the chaos, Su Qingluo vaulted over the wall and leapt into the yard. Towered by the frightened horses as they scampered around, she held her head helplessly.

“This way is more fun.”

Little Kingfisher circled above the palace, guiding her.

“The Black Wolf Guard is cunning and deceitful. To kidnap the Little Prince, they would resort to any insidious means. I am merely giving them a warning not to underestimate us and let caution fall by the wayside.”

“Fair point, no argument there.”

Shaking her head in resignation, Su Qingluo’s petite figure lithely navigated through the yard, led by Little Kingfisher to the courtyard where the young boy was staying. She hid under the roof of the corridor.

“Mommy, I’m scared, I want to go home.”

From behind the wall, Su Qinglou could hear the subdued crying of a child, followed by low, terrified murmurs, sending chills down her spine.

“Where did they find this child?”

Su Qingluo punctured the papered window to look inside.

“At Apricot Flower Village, from Miss Zhang’s home. Her husband died early, leaving behind five kids, three boys, and two girls. They’re too poor to make ends meet.”

Little Kingfisher had his sources, “A spy from the Imperial Court approached her, handed her twenty taels of silver, and she let them take the child away.”

“She sold off her own kin for twenty taels of silver.”

A flicker of gloom darkened Su Qingluo’s eyes. Through the tiny hole, she observed the interior of the room.

On the opulent bed covered in silk and brocade, a frail, little boy bearing some resemblance to the Little Prince lay curled up, visibly scared.

He seemed afraid to cry out loud, covering his mouth with his hand, like a discarded young creature, whimpering in pain..