The eunuch used his duster to block Jing Yiren's small frame, respectfully whispering in reminder.
"Princess Jing, this is not a place you should be. Please return! His Majesty is busy attending guests and cannot entertain you!"
Jing Yiren frowned, defiantly pointing at the princesses who had just walked through the large entrance.
"Why are they allowed in? Aren't I a princess too? If you do not permit me to enter, I will call for my imperial uncle!"
The eunuch sweated nervously on his forehead.
He had no choice but to tell her the truth: "Princess, it's not that I won't let you in, but His Majesty has decreed that you are not allowed here. Please go back!"
"..." Upon hearing these words, Jing Yiren's face fell.
She had a nagging feeling that her imperial uncle had been acting strangely towards her lately, alternating between warmth and coldness.
