The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter Chapter 1085 -: I Want to Practice the Iron Head Technique

She rolled her eyes.

Suddenly, Empress Zhong inquired, “Will Princess Yaoguang be attending the banquet tonight as well?”

The palace maid was momentarily taken aback before nodding. “Yes, Your Majesty, you extended the invitation yourself.”

Empress Zhong’s red lips pursed, and she said with a subtle smile, “Excellent. I have yet to officially meet this Princess Yaoguang.

“If she graces us with her presence tonight, prepare a cup of wine and have her come to pay her respects to me.”

Despite her confusion, the palace maid lowered her head and replied, “Understood.

“However, Your Majesty, this servant has heard that Princess Yaoguang is quite astute.”

The palace maid was implying that if the Empress intended to set a trap for Gu Nuo’er…

It was unlikely to proceed smoothly.

But Empress Zhong harbored no such intentions.

She beamed, a flicker of malice dancing in her eyes. “I merely wish to make her acquaintance, so you must treat her with utmost respect.”

“This servant understands,” the palace maid affirmed with a nod.

In the blink of an eye, night descended.

The sky was adorned with stars, and the moonlight shone brightly.

The deep blue, star-studded night sky was a testament to the palace's grandeur.

The welcoming banquet for Wei Cang was to be held in the Taiping Garden.

Consort Lu had initially invited Gu Nuo’er and Ye Siming to accompany her. However, the child declined the offer.

Gu Nuo’er offered a sweet smile. “Dear Consort, you and Brother Shen’er will undoubtedly be the center of attention wherever you go.

“If I trail along with you, I won’t have nearly as much fun!”

Upon hearing this, Consort Lu gently covered her mouth and chuckled. “Then may I leave a palace maid to keep you company?”

Gu Nuo’er waved her small hand dismissively. “There’s no need for such elaborate arrangements. Elder Brother Siming will be accompanying me, and that will be perfectly fine. Dear Consort, worry not. We shall rendezvous later at Qinghe Hall tonight!”

Hearing the child’s firm stance, Consort Lu ceased her insistence.

She smiled and said gently, “Very well. Should you encounter any difficulties at the banquet, do not hesitate to seek me out.”

With that, Consort Lu took Ling Shen’s hand and stepped into the ornate sedan chair that Ling Tianyin had provided.

Ling Shen poked his round face out of the window, waving towards Ye Siming and Gu Nuo’er.

He exclaimed with evident reluctance, “Elder Brother Ye, Elder Sister Nuo’er, see you later!”

After their departure.

Ye Siming clasped Gu Nuo’er’s small hand, and they ambled along the palace path, the night wind rustling around them.

Stone lanterns emitting a soft glow were placed at intervals along both sides of the pathway.

The gentle lamplight illuminated Gu Nuo’er’s small face, making her appear even more demure and fair.

She tilted her head upwards, remaining silent, her large eyes gazing trustingly at Ye Siming.

Sensing her attention, the young man glanced down at her. “Is something amiss?”

“Elder Brother Siming,” Gu Nuo’er’s voice was soft. “You must be exhausted today, having to fight off so many people to protect me.

“Your hands must be terribly tired. Allow me to give them a massage and blow on them!”

The child took Ye Siming’s perfectly sculpted knuckles and began rubbing them with all her might, followed by a couple of gentle breaths.

Ye Siming observed her small, round face, etched with a solemn expression.

He couldn't help but let out a soft scoff.

“Whatever is so tiring about that?”

As the child heard this, she was about to release his hands.

Ye Siming frowned, and then, a sudden realization dawned upon him.

“But… but my finger joints still feel a bit sore.” He paused, then declared in a deep voice.

Gu Nuo’er blinked her dewy eyes, a look of ‘I knew it’ gracing her features.

“That’s right! I saw you break a chair quite effortlessly and then lash out with a stick. You must certainly be weary! I will give you a proper massage!”

The child diligently massaged his hand with apparent concern.

A subtle hint of delight and comfort flickered across Ye Siming’s eyes.

He even unconsciously moderated his pace.

Gu Nuo’er’s actions were imbued with genuine affection.

“Elder Brother Siming, I will diligently practice my Iron Head Technique. In the future, if we encounter formidable adversaries, I shall be able to assist you as well…”