The Emperor’s Daily Nitpicking - Chapter 118

[Article 118]

At night, he tried every means to get out of Wujinxuan Palace, and the farther away from this hellish emperor and the hellish place, the better.

After Emperor Nuoer discovered his intention, he almost turned the place where he lived into a prison and was guarded layer by layer.

During those days, Osvid was self-taught and mastered all kinds of skills in picking locks and opening doors, making the plank road dark and dark, and the height of the road is one foot high.

Unfortunately, the palace is a palace after all.

At that time, Osvid was unwilling to talk to almost anyone except for the occasional conversation with Ian, the old housekeeper beside him.

He saw that everything in Wujinxuan Palace was not pleasing to the eye, except for his half-sister, the only daughter of Emperor Nuoer, Sarah.

Sara is almost the only person in the palace who has no scheming and grudges, and only cares about him.

There was probably a father like that, so Osvid couldn’t show her disgust because of the resonance in some aspects.

This only sister is nearly ten years older than him, and sometimes she takes care of him even more carefully than the elders. She is the most gentle person he has come into contact with since childhood.

Because of Sarah, for the first time, he had a vague idea of what family caring and closeness really looked like.

When Osvid first came to Wujinxuan Palace, Emperor Noel only said that he was his father, and didn’t even tell him who his mother was or what kind of person she was.

Of course, Osvid suspected that the Emperor himself might not even remember.

Later, it was Sarah who secretly helped him inquire with the old man in the palace, and only came out with a result.

“I heard that she is called Bai Hill. She is a tall and beautiful woman! She has beautiful transparent eyes, just like you.” When Sarah told him, she secretly took out a roll of parchment: “I I sneaked around in St. Antis and found a folk painter to paint it for you. Well – it’s just based on the description, it may not be so similar.”

That was the first time Osvid heard it .

Speaking of things related to his mother, it was also the first time I saw what his mother might look like.

The woman in the painting smiled softly, and her eyebrows and eyes were indeed somewhat similar to him. Probably because of this, he felt a sense of familiarity, as if he still had a little memory of her.

After that, he would occasionally dream of Sarah handing him the parchment scroll several times, and he had never been able to form any three-dimensional impression of the beauty named White Hill.

Therefore, when he saw a tall and beautiful woman in the cold and hot dream, he almost didn’t even realize who it was.

The woman in the dream is as described by Sarah, with almost transparent eyes, very clear.

Her hair was long and thick, and the color was very different from Osvid’s, a very pale white gold.

Her smile is not as gentle as the picture scroll, but has a sense of freshness and brightness of a girl, and it seems that she will be able to make some jokes in the next second.

“He’s too small, it’s fun to pinch his fingers.” Osvid saw her leaning over to look at him, and rubbed his face with a smile: “Why is he so dumb that he doesn’t even know how to cry? I want to make him cry.”

Osvid: “…”

He actually wanted to open his mouth to speak, but found that his mouth seemed to be sewn up, and no sound came out.

Everything in the dream seems to be separated by a layer of fog, and everyone’s faces and voices are not clear.

He vaguely heard the voice of a middle-aged woman scolding angrily: “Bai, you don’t always pinch him, you are sloppy, be careful.”

The woman’s voice was getting closer and closer, and when the voice fell, Oswei De saw a gentle and kind middle-aged woman also appear above him. She looked much shorter than Bai, and she looked a bit similar when she smiled.

“Dad, aren’t you coming to see him? He’s laughing.” Bai shouted back with a smile.

“Will you laugh?” A deep voice came from far to near, and then, a figure much taller than ordinary people appeared in front of Osvid.

The middle-aged man’s shoulders were so broad that he could almost wrap his daughter and his wife in his arms. As soon as he came over, he frowned and said, “Why didn’t you put a blanket on him, it’s almost winter, and he’s caught a cold. I’m

going to get sick.”

Osvid looked at them blankly, and the next second he was covered by a warm blanket, but he didn’t know if the blanket was too small, and the warm feeling always stayed in half of the arm.

He was so cold that he couldn’t help but try to reach out and grab a couple of hands, stubbornly pulling the warm blanket into his arms, and hugging him tightly, trying to make himself warmer…

“Hey— — Wake up! Hiss — my ribs!”