Crying While Filling the Pit I Dug - Chapter 47

On the second day, Song Miaomiao arrived half an hour early on purpose, intending to dismiss the maids as usual.

Song Miaomiao: “I’m feeling thirsty.”

Yan Yu signaled, prompting Maid A to immediately open the basket she was carrying, saying, “Princess, I’ve prepared some tea for you.”

Song Miaomiao: “I’m feeling hungry.”

Maid B responded immediately, “Princess, I’ve prepared some pastries for you.”

Song Miaomiao: “My handkerchief…”

Maid C swiftly intervened, saying, “Princess, here it is. I’ll hold onto it for you.”

　　…

Song Miaomiao was sweating profusely; she had come prepared, but she made a mistake. However, she couldn’t afford to waste any more time entangling with the maids. What if Yi Qing had already left by the time she arrived? So, adopting the demeanor of a decisive CEO, she declared, “I don’t like the pattern on this teacup; change it immediately!”

“This pastry is too sweet for my taste; change it immediately!”

“This veil is dirty; I don’t like it. Go wash it off immediately!”

“This…”

“…”

Song Miaomiao managed to push everyone away and quickly ran towards the spot.

Song Miaomiao stood under the tree and vigorously threw the shuttlecock towards it. With a “bang,” the shuttlecock rapidly fell and hit her on the head.

“Ouch.” 

It seemed that it required some skill after all.

Song Miaomiao adjusted her angle and strength, throwing the shuttlecock seven or eight times before finally making it land on the tree.

Throwing the shuttlecock wasn’t just about skill; it also demanded physical exertion. After seven or eight throws, Song Miaomiao was panting. She decided to rest for a moment to catch her breath.

A few minutes later, Song Miaomiao clapped her hands, stood up, and prepared to find a convenient spot to step on a stone and climb the tree.

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded from behind, “This official sees the Princess.”

Song Miaomiao: …

Last time, Song Miaomiao had barely arrived when the male lead showed up. And now, just as she was about to climb the tree, there he was again…

Song Miaomiao turned around, finding Yi Qing kneeling on one knee and bowing to her. She instructed, “Get up.”

She wondered why he was here so early! Once again, her plan had failed.

“I told you to look up at me last time, didn’t I?” Song Miaomiao reminded him.

Only then did Yi Qing raise his head and meet Song Miaomiao’s gaze.

“In the future, when you see me, you must maintain this level of respect,” Song Miaomiao ordered, lacking any hint of princessly demeanor. Knowing Yi Qing’s adherence to discipline, he would bow his head and avoid direct eye contact with her to show respect next time.

“Yes.”

As a gust of wind swept by, the fallen leaves danced in the autumn breeze.

Song Miaomiao couldn’t help but recall Ling Qianyi’s martial arts technique, the “Autumn Wind Sweeping Fallen Leaves”. Whenever he encountered scattered leaves, he effortlessly gathered them into a neat pile with his skillful movements. The memory brought a fond smile to her lips.

She couldn’t smile for more than three seconds.

“Ah!”

It hurts! Song Miaomiao immediately knelt down and covered her head!

The shuttlecock thrown by Song Miaomiao on the tree cliff couldn’t bear the force of the wind. It wobbled and fell down, hitting her right on the head.

“Princess!” Yi Qing eagerly took three steps forward and knelt down on one knee in front of Song Miaomiao.

She waved to him, indicating that she was fine.

“Princess, are you really all right? I will go to the physician right now.”

There were tears in Song Miaomiao’s painful eyes, but she was sure it was nothing serious. She said, “I’m fine, don’t worry about it.”

Yi Qing knelt down on his knees and knocked his head, saying, “Princess, I was negligent for a moment and failed to rescue you in time. Please forgive me, Princess.”

Song Miaomiao said, “Get up quickly, this has nothing to do with you.”

It was all because of the water in her head. She abandoned the pits and didn’t fill them, she abandoned the novel and didn’t write. She dug a hole for herself to make it like this. Besides, compared to the previous book, like doing child labor, washing dishes, breaking into dungeons, and fighting tigers, being a Princess who got hit on the head because of a mission failure was really nothing.

Yi Qing raised his head, saying, “Thank you, Princess, for your forgiveness.”

But he still maintained his kneeling posture. Song Miaomiao wondered if it was because she was also squatting, which put pressure on him. After all, there were differences in their status, so she stood up and said, “Stand up.”

“Yes.” Yi Qing stood up neatly and straightened himself.

At that moment, the voice of the palace maid Yan Yu suddenly came from not far away, “Princess, you are here.”

Song Miaomiao saw that Yan Yu brought two court ladies and two servants only eight or nine meters away from her. Yan Yu hurried over in small steps, and upon arrival, she greeted, “This servant greets the Princess.”

Then she bowed to Yi Qing, saying,”This maidservant greets Guard Yi.”

Yi Qing also returned the salute.

Yan Yu said, “Princess, the tea, snacks, fan, and handkerchief are all ready for you. Would you like to go and have tea now?”

Given the presence of the maids and servants, and the recent incident of the shuttlecock hitting her head, Song Miaomiao was in no mood to talk with Yi Qing further. She simply ordered, “Let’s go.

Yi Qing respectfully said, “Take care, Princess.”

Song Miaomiao replied indifferently, “Sure.”

Walking to the place where she left the maids earlier, several maids had already prepared tea and refreshments and were waiting at the stone table there.

Song Miaomiao’s head didn’t hurt so much anymore. She sat on the stone stool, took a sip of tea, and suddenly felt as if someone was touching her hair.

She turned her head to find Yan Yu panicking with her hands behind her back.

“What are you doing?” Song Miaomiao asked.

“No…” Yan Yu bit her lip and said, “I didn’t do anything.”

“Spread your hands,” Song Miaomiao said.

Yan Yu reluctantly stretched out the hand that was behind her back and spread out her palm.

A gray-red feather was lying in her palm.

A feather! Hair! Shuttlecock!

What just happened? The shuttlecock made of feathers just fell on her head…

So this feather got stuck in her hair…

Song Miaomiao was already a mess. She felt too embarrassed! She talked to Yi Qing with the feather in her hair, and walked such a long distance in the Imperial Garden with it still on her head.