Quick Travel, Miao Miao’s Villain Cannon Fodder Rescue Plan

Chapter 572 The Little Princess Who Depends on the Imperial Concubine in the World of Palace Fightin

The cold wind of December came in through the gaps in the window lattice, the tattered gauze curtain swayed gently, reflecting a figure curled up in a small ball on the bed.

Miaomiao was awakened by the piercing alarm in her head.

"Warning! The host's vital signs are abnormal! Body temperature is 39.8c!" The mechanical sound exploded in the consciousness, scaring the little girl so much that she shivered. Her wet eyelashes trembled, revealing a pair of misty black grape eyes.

Miaomiao stared blankly at the yellowed tent above her head, her throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton. She tried to call the system, but all that came out was a hoarse sob. Her little hand subconsciously reached to the side, only to touch the cold mattress.

"Don't be afraid, dear, I'm here." 888 comforted the confused little cub, "I'll first transmit the background of this world to you..."

Shattered memories flooded into her mind - the original owner's mother was a palace maid in the laundry department. She was favored by the drunken emperor and was given a title of concubine. She died of hemorrhage shortly after giving birth to her.

Without her mother, the only one who took care of her was an old nanny.

But this nanny took advantage of the fact that the original owner was a child and treated her very badly. She would always pinch her arm whenever she was in a bad mood. Not to mention other things, there was not a single item of her food, clothing, housing and transportation that was not deducted from her.

The original owner's nanny forgot to close the window when he went to bed at night. As a result, he immediately caught a cold and had a high fever. He died within a few days.

Miaomiao’s coming here is the crucial moment, because in two days the original owner will die.

"Where...is this?" The little cub tried to sit up, but was defeated by a dizziness and fell back onto the pillow with a thud.

"Ouch... It hurts..." Miaomiao pressed her hot face against the wet pillow, feeling her head dizzy and swollen. She kicked away the quilt that was wrapped around her legs and could see the dim room through the gauze curtains. There were spider webs in the corners and half a bowl of stale rice porridge on a paint-chip low table.

888 felt anxious and distressed, and quickly bought antipyretic medicine for the little guy from the system mall.

Miaomiao tilted her head and looked at the pink medicine bottle that suddenly appeared in front of her. She wrinkled her nose and asked, "Is it bitter?"

Her voice was hoarse and discordant, and her fingers were hooked on the torn little balls of fluff on her belt.

"Uh..." 888 looked at the instructions and said, "It's as sweet as sugar water."

888 bought the fastest-acting antipyretic medicine. As the saying goes, good medicine tastes bitter, so such a good medicine would naturally be a little bitter.

When the cold potion touched the tip of her tongue, Miaomiao's eyes widened instantly.

The grievance of being deceived surged up before the bitterness, and the golden beans fell down with a clatter: "Liar... burp... I hate uncle the most!"

As he said this, he still tilted his head back and swallowed the medicine obediently, choking and coughing.

"My bad, my bad!" 888 hurriedly exchanged the candied fruit, and a crystal clear rock sugar bayberry appeared out of thin air in Miaomiao's palm, "Try this quickly, it will sweeten your mouth."

The sweet taste melted in his mouth, and the little guy's brows relaxed at once.

With the sweet candy in her mouth, Miaomiao pressed her hot face against the wet pillow to cool down. 888 was transmitting the world background in a rambling voice: "...So your current identity is a poor little girl in the cold palace, and the mission objective is still the same -"

"Grow up well~" the little girl raised her voice at the end of the sentence, as if she was singing a nursery rhyme, "right?"

888 chuckled: "That's right, our Miaomiao just needs to grow up well."

Her attention was suddenly drawn to her own feet, her ten round toes glowing pink in the moonlight.

The little guy smiled and called 888: "Uncle, look, my feet."

It was a dreamless night. When the day began to dawn, Miaomiao opened her eyes in a daze. Her body temperature had already dropped.

"The dead girl is still alive?" The door was pushed open, and the old maid holding the basin kicked the foot of the bed. "If you want to die, don't die today. The imperial concubine is coming to the Imperial Garden. Don't delay my good fortune."

Miaomiao was startled and instinctively shrank back into the bed.

Seeing the good boy hiding inside pitifully, 888 was furious.

The precious child he held in his hands was actually bullied by others!

Absolutely not.

"She actually dared to be mean to you?! Wait!"

Before Miaomiao could react, she heard a buzzing sound coming from outside the window. Seven or eight golden ring wasps smashed through the broken window paper and flew straight to Zhang Ma's face!

"Ouch! What is this--" Nanny Zhang let go of her hand to block it, but was stung and jumped loudly.

The most poisonous one hit her lips accurately, and the bulging red envelope looked like a matchmaker's mole.

Miaomiao sat on the bed in a daze, watching the person who had been so ferocious just now now running around the room with her skirt lifted up, and the silver hairpin in her hair bun flew away.

"Humph, the 'Precision Bee Attack' item costs 20 points to redeem." 888 proudly showed the mall record, "It comes with a three-day itching buff, which is enough for her to bear."

Want to bully his good kid? Not so easy.

Aunt Zhang's face was covered with bruises from being stung by bees. She ran out cursing and slammed the door before leaving, making the window frame buzz.

Miaomiao huddled in the corner, rubbed her rumbling stomach with her little hands, and pouted her lips in grievance.

"Uncle, Miaomiao is so hungry..."

If the cubs want to grow up healthily, they cannot go hungry.

The system was so distressed that it quickly called up a map scan: "The imperial kitchen is to the east. It's not dinner time now, so there shouldn't be anyone there."

Miaomiao's eyes lit up, and she immediately got up from the ground, brushed off the dust on her skirt, and sneaked out of the door with her short legs.

She was small and walked lightly, like a nimble kitten, trotting along the wall.

Following the instructions on the map, the little guy quickly found the imperial kitchen.

The door of the imperial kitchen was ajar, and an enticing aroma wafted out from inside. Miaomiao swallowed her saliva and peeked inside through the crack in the door - there were freshly steamed custard buns on the chopping board, and a few plates of snacks that had not been removed.

"Wow!" she exclaimed softly, her eyes shining like stars.

It looks delicious.

888 nervously scanned the surroundings: "Quick, quick, quick, there's no one here now, let's take it and run!"

Miaomiao nodded, stood on tiptoe, and tried to reach the plate with her hands. She was too short and could only barely touch the edge, almost pulling the whole plate of dessert off.

“Be careful, be careful!” 888 was so anxious that sparks were coming out of his eyes.

Little Tuanzi suddenly had an idea. He dragged a small stool over, climbed up tremblingly, and finally succeeded in grabbing two custard buns and a piece of date paste cake.

She quickly stuffed it into her arms, jumped off the stool, and was about to slip away when she heard footsteps outside.

"Strange, I clearly remembered to close the door?"

Miaomiao was so scared that she held her breath and quickly hid under the table like a frightened little rabbit. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and she hugged the snack tightly in her arms, not daring to move.

888 was so nervous that his data flow was almost disordered: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, we will run after he leaves!"

Fortunately, the man just came in to take something and left soon. Miaomiao waited until the footsteps disappeared completely before she carefully climbed out and ran out of the imperial kitchen with the spoils.

She hid behind an empty rockery and dared to take out the snacks. She nibbled the custard buns in small bites, her eyes narrowed with happiness.

"Uncle, this is delicious, you should try it too!" she whispered, with custard filling at the corners of her mouth, like a kitten that had stolen a fish.

The system finally breathed a sigh of relief as it watched her eat happily. It was touched that the good kid still cared about it and shook its head: "I don't need to eat. Miaomiao, eat slowly and don't choke."

"Who's there?"

A clear female voice sounded, Miaomiao was startled and quickly hid.