A five-year-old goddess, raised to become an emperor for all time through a bronze mirror.

Chapter 198 Consort Wan's Blessing

In fact, within just two short days, the palace maids had already spread the news of her acquaintance with the Sixth Prince to every corner of the palace.

It caused quite a stir, and everyone knew about it.

That's why the palace maids treated her with an almost excessive enthusiasm, their attentiveness was astonishing!

No matter what kind of work it was, everyone rushed forward like a tide, eager to do it for her.

However, Manager Zhao showed no appreciation whatsoever, even displaying obvious dissatisfaction. She simply snorted coldly.

"Hmph! Don't be so smug here! Don't think that just because you've made friends with the Sixth Prince, you can shirk your duties and avoid work."

Let me make this clear from the start: anyone who works under my jurisdiction, no matter who they are, should not expect to receive any special treatment!

What needs to be done must be done well; there is absolutely no room for discussion!

After saying that, her two sharp, knife-like eyes glared fiercely at Nian Nian without any mercy.

Anyone with discerning eyes could see at a glance that nothing that had happened in the past two days could escape the keen eyes of Manager Zhao.

"Yes……"

Upon hearing this, Niannian quickly lowered her head and responded.

Just then, the icy, biting rain began to fall again, and this time not a ray of sunshine could be seen.

Manager Zhao was waving his arms anxiously, urging people on and on:

"Quickly, everyone, stop standing around and get moving! Get to work!"

These urgent words were like a sudden storm, instantly making the atmosphere in the entire laundry department tense.

With a command from Manager Zhao, the laundry department, which had been operating in a relatively orderly manner, suddenly became bustling with activity, as if a pot had been boiled over.

The laundry women hurried about in every corner, their work becoming increasingly heavy.

The already piled-up, still-drying clothes were now even more numerous and dazzling.

Left with no other option, the wet clothes had to be sent back into the drying room, where a specialist lit the fire and carefully dried them.

Every year at this time, her task was to guard the roaring furnace and ensure that the flames would not go out.

To be honest, this job isn't too tiring; it just requires you to stay alert at all times.

When she first joined the laundry department, she was just an ordinary laundry worker.

However, due to her gentle and kind nature, she got along well with the other palace maids, and more importantly, she had a relationship with the sixth prince.

Gradually, many people, in an effort to curry favor with her, began to offer to switch jobs with her.

And so, year after year, he naturally took on the job of watching the fire.

The young man returned to his workstation next to the stove with practiced ease, and first skillfully added a few pieces of dry wood into the furnace.

Then he focused intently on the leaping flames, not daring to relax for a moment.

During the breaks, she also made sure to tidy up the clothes hanging too close together on the hanger from time to time, in case the hot stove next to her accidentally burned holes in them.

Just as Nian Nian was concentrating on her work, suddenly, a palace maid appeared out of nowhere from the side.

The palace maid was in a hurry, as if she had something urgent to attend to, and rushed straight toward Nian Nian.

With a muffled thud, the two collided solidly.

"Ouch! What are you doing?!" Caught off guard, Nian Nian stumbled and almost fell, crashing into the stove beside her.

Before she could even react to what was happening, the palace maid had already quickly reached into her palm and stuffed a small ball of paper into it;

Then he turned and left without looking back, disappearing from Nian Nian's sight in the blink of an eye.

Every year, with lightning speed, the crumpled paper was unfolded, revealing clearly written words: "Meet me at the pavilion next to the laundry department..."

Upon seeing these words, Niannian's mind was instantly filled with the image of Pei Yunjing's handsome, dashing, and imposing appearance.

For some reason, she had a strong intuition that the note must have come from Pei Yunjing.

After confirming the handwriting, Niannian crumpled the paper in her hand into a ball without hesitation and then casually threw it into the stove that was burning brightly not far away.

After completing these actions, she quickly turned around and waved to Chun Tao, who was busy not far away, and shouted loudly:

"Chuntao, I'm going out for a little while, I'll be back soon. If Aunt Zhao comes to ask where I've been, just tell her I went to the outhouse!"

However, before Chun Tao could respond to her words.

Anxious and restless, Nian Nian, like a nimble little rabbit, quickly and stealthily slipped out through a small door on the side.

Only the honest and dutiful Chun Tao remained standing there, watching Nian Nian's hurried departure, a look of loneliness and helplessness on her face.

But she still nodded obediently and said softly, "Okay, you have to come back soon."

After hearing Chuntao's response, Niannian replied without turning her head:

"Okay!" Immediately afterwards, she ran happily and lightly toward the agreed-upon pavilion.

Throughout the journey, her heart pounded faster and faster, as if it were about to leap out of her throat, filled with anticipation and excitement.

Finally, after jogging all the way, Nian Nian arrived breathlessly at the pavilion located next to the laundry bureau.

However, when she looked closely at the person sitting in the pavilion, she suddenly became frozen in place, as if she had been struck by a spell.

Even though she was still a little flustered, Nian Nian quickly regained her composure.

She took a deep breath, straightened her back, and quickened her pace to walk forward.

Each step seemed firm and steady, as if to trample all unease underfoot.

When she reached the other person, she stopped, clasped her hands together in front of her, and respectfully performed a standard court etiquette.

The movements were fluid and natural, without the slightest hesitation or delay.

At the same time, Nian Nian lowered her head slightly and greeted them in a clear and melodious voice:

"May Your Highness Consort Wan be blessed!"

At this moment, Consort Wan, sitting in her chair, was leisurely enjoying a cup of steaming, fragrant tea.

Upon hearing Niannian's voice, she first gently put down the teacup in her hand;

Then he slightly raised his slender, willow-leaf-like eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth also turned up, revealing a half-smile.

Those beautiful eyes sparkled with curiosity and anticipation...

Consort Wan looked at Niannian with great interest and asked softly:

"How is it? How did you do with the task I entrusted to you?" Her words revealed an unquestionable authority.