The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

Heavy mahogany chests were slammed one after another onto the gleaming gold brick floor of Zhaoyang Hall.

The most luxurious and spacious Zhaoyang Palace in the Dayuan Kingdom's royal palace was like a chaotic dock.

Exhausted and drenched in sweat, the Imperial Guards stood in a long line, huffing and puffing as they carried goods into the main hall.

Standing in the very center of the hall, directing the process, was a little girl whose height barely reached an adult's waist.

Despite her innocent appearance as an eight-year-old child, Su Yaoyao stood with her hands on her hips, adopting the posture of a bandit patrolling her territory.

"Hey you over there! Yes, you, be gentle when you put the box down!"

"It contains an exquisite glass goblet. If even a single corner is broken, you couldn't afford to pay for it even if you were sold into the Imperial Household Department as a eunuch!"

Su Yaoyao shouted in a childish voice, her fluent slang and arrogant demeanor completely unlike that of an eight-year-old child.

Nonsense, her body contains the soul of an eighteen-year-old interstellar max-level poison doctor and mechanic.

Interstellar workers who have been terrified of poverty must be extremely frugal once they finally achieve upward social mobility!

The dozens of palace maids and eunuchs serving inside the hall all stood against the wall like wooden stakes, not daring to breathe loudly.

They stared in horror at the newly appointed Crown Princess, their worldviews shattered.

Rumor has it that this Crown Princess was brought back by His Majesty from the most chaotic underground black market in the capital.

I originally thought she would be a timid, cowardly, and unsophisticated wild girl.

It turns out that when they entered the palace, they weren't there to be kept as caged birds at all. With all those bags and packages, they looked like they were there to buy goods!

"Wow, this thing is pure gold, isn't it?"

Su Yaoyao, with her short legs, walked to a golden toad ornament about half her height in the corner of the main hall.

Her eyes lit up, and she reached out her chubby little hand to touch the glittering surface.

Then, to the utter astonishment of all the palace servants...

Her Highness, standing on tiptoe, opened her mouth and took a hard bite on the back of the golden toad!

"Crunch."

Sound of metal deforming.

Su Yaoyao opened her mouth, looked at the row of clear, small teeth marks on the golden toad's back, and narrowed her peach blossom eyes in satisfaction.

Real gold!

Extremely high purity!

She was already making her own plans.

[Tsk tsk tsk, the tyrant father is really generous; all the decorations in Zhaoyang Palace are made of hard currency.]

[This golden toad alone, if melted down and turned into gold bars, could buy at least half a street's worth of shops.]

[The palace is indeed a wonderful place, it's overflowing with gold! This is a huge profit!]

The palace maids and eunuchs trembled with fear when they saw the imperial golden toad with bite marks on it.

If His Majesty finds out that the Crown Princess is alright, then all of us servants will lose our heads!

After four hours of fussing, the Imperial Guards finally emptied the black market of all its possessions.

Su Yaoyao waved her hand, dismissing the Imperial Guard commander as if he were a laborer.

He turned to look at the canopy bed deep inside the main hall.

It was a large bed carved from a single piece of century-old golden nanmu wood, covered with a thick carpet of Western Region sable fur.

It looks incredibly soft and exudes an enticing scent of money.

In ancient times, people's bodies were indeed prone to fatigue at the age of eight.

Su Yaoyao stretched out a big yawn.

She kicked off her little boots and was about to pounce on the fragrant bed to lie down and have a good sleep.

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing voice of a eunuch came from outside the hall.

"Consort Jing has arrived!"

Su Yaoyao's movement of lunging towards the bed froze in mid-air.

She frowned slightly and pouted unhappily.

[Consort Jing? That old hag who held absolute power in the palace, and whose spy eunuch just died?]

[I haven't even touched my bed yet, and someone's already showing up at my door to deliver a fatal blow?]

A series of tinkling sounds rang out, and a strong, pungent scent of perfume swept through Zhaoyang Palace.

Consort Jing entered in a menacing manner, surrounded by a group of palace maids and nannies.

She was dressed in a magnificent bright red peony palace gown, and the golden hairpin on her head swayed violently with each step.

Although he wore a smile, it didn't reach his eyes, which revealed a chilling glint in his eyes.

For so many years, Consort Jing had been domineering and tyrannical in the imperial harem.

She considered the position of empress to be hers for the taking.

As a result, an eight-year-old blonde girl suddenly appeared today, rode on her head, and was named Crown Princess!

How could she possibly swallow this insult?

"Oh my, this must be Her Highness the Crown Princess?"

Consort Jing walked to the center of the main hall and looked down at Su Yaoyao.

Looking at Su Yaoyao's exquisitely beautiful face, which bore a striking resemblance to the late Empress, Consort Jing's eyes burned with jealousy.

"Your Majesty, I have come to pay my respects."

Consort Jing gave a perfunctory curtsy, without even bending her knees, and stood up straight on her own.

He covered his mouth and nose with a silk handkerchief and glanced disdainfully at the mahogany chests in the hall that had not yet been tidied up.

"They're from the common people, they haven't seen much of the world."

"They dare to bring all this junk into Zhaoyang Palace, making it look like a place of poverty and vulgarity."

The moment Consort Jing opened her mouth, she was already speaking in a sarcastic and cryptic manner.

Taking advantage of the fact that Su Yaoyao was a child, she was certain that the little girl wouldn't understand the hidden meaning, and spoke to her without any politeness.

The palace maids and eunuchs inside the hall all lowered their heads, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Immortals fight, mortals suffer.

They had witnessed firsthand the methods Consort Jing used in the harem.

Su Yaoyao stood barefoot on the gold bricks, tilting her head and blinking her clear, big eyes at Consort Jing.

That old hag's gold hairpin is quite heavy; it must be at least three ounces of gold.

The pearls on the clothes are quite nice; they could probably be sold for a good price if pried off.

[His breath stinks terribly, like he's eaten a dead rat.]

When Consort Jing saw that Su Yaoyao didn't speak, she thought that the little girl was scared silly by her imposing manner.

The sarcasm at the corners of his mouth deepened, and he let out a cold laugh.

"Now that Your Highness has entered the palace, you represent the face of the Great Yuan Kingdom."

"You must completely change your bastard-like behavior from the black market, lest you cause trouble and embarrass His Majesty in the future."

Consort Jing turned around and pulled out a burly old woman with a face full of scars from behind her.

The old woman had high cheekbones and triangular eyes; she looked like a ruthless and vicious character.

"His Majesty is too busy with state affairs to instruct His Highness."

"As the head of the six palaces, I naturally have to share His Majesty's burdens."

Consort Jing pointed at the old woman with a fake smile, "This is Granny Gui, the most well-mannered old woman in the palace."

"From today onwards, Granny Gui will remain in Zhaoyang Palace to personally instruct Her Highness on palace rules and etiquette."

"If there are any mistakes, Granny Gui can take on the responsibility of teaching on my behalf. Your Highness, please don't complain."

It was called instruction, but it was actually torture, and they even planted spies in it.

The tropes of palace intrigue were already something that eighteen-year-old Su Yaoyao was tired of seeing in period dramas.

She remained silent, simply watching Consort Jing perform, a pure smile playing on her lips.

Granny Gui understood the meaning behind Consort Jing's meaningful glance.

He strode forward, approaching Su Yaoyao.

"Your Highness, the first rule in the palace is to distinguish between superiors and inferiors."

Granny Gui's voice was rough and unpleasant, like a night owl crying.

"The Imperial Concubine is an elder, and Your Highness should pay homage with the utmost respect."

As she spoke, Granny Gui stretched out her large, rough hand, as rough as withered tree bark, and pressed it down on Su Yaoyao's tender shoulder.

The force was immense; clearly, he used tremendous strength, intending to force her to her knees and embarrass her!

The palace servants around gasped, but no one dared to step forward to stop them.

Granny Gui's hand was about to land on that small shoulder.

At the corner of the corridor outside the Zhaoyang Palace.

Su Zhen, who had just finished reviewing memorials in the Imperial Study, rushed over to see his beloved daughter with great joy.

Stop.

His smiling face suddenly turned ashen, dripping with gloom.

Just as Granny Gui made her move.

In Su Zhen's mind, a voice filled with extreme excitement, like someone wanting to devour someone, echoed...