As Long as I Can Leave I’ll Even Go to the Imperial Mausoleum

The Valley Master’s disciple really is a talent. With his honest face and plausible half-truths, he managed to convince Sweet Dumpling to nod and agree to leave with him.

Of course, the main reason was that Little Dumpling had played enough and knew Sweet Dumpling had reached her limit. Pushing her any further would only make her rebel.

Just like Royal Uncle William said, everything must have its limits. You can be strict with discipline, but you have to stop right at a person's breaking point—go past it, and you'll get backlash.

Little Dumpling only meant to give Sweet Dumpling a small lesson. After receiving letters from Ninth Royal Uncle and Serena, he just went along with polishing up her temper—never intending to turn her into some perfect noble lady.

If she were like that, she wouldn't be their Sweet Dumpling anymore.

“Brother, I'll miss you,” Sweet Dumpling said. After all this time being tormented by Little Dumpling, her little hands trembled, but she hadn't lost any weight—in fact, she'd gotten even chubbier, her round cheeks now even more pink and puffy...

Compared to the noble girls in the Capital with their pointed chins and delicate, willow-like figures, Sweet Dumpling looked much more like a child who’d never grow up.

“I’ll miss you too. When you get to Mystic Healer Valley, study hard with Grandpa Valley Master, and don’t be naughty anymore. If I find out…” Little Dumpling trailed off, but his tone and expression made Sweet Dumpling freeze.

Sweet Dumpling nodded vigorously. “Don’t worry, brother, I’ll be good.” She never wanted to pick up bugs again.

Her brother was just too scary. After he received letters from Father and Mother, he punished her openly and righteously. He claimed it was to train her hands so she could hold a surgical scalpel steadily in the future. Every day, he’d prepare a bowl of live insects and make her pick them out one by one with tweezers—without killing any.

If she killed even one bug, he’d add another bowl!

Boohoo... Now whenever she closed her eyes, all she could see were bowls full of squirming bugs. It was terrifying.

Of course, Sweet Dumpling would never admit it, but her brother’s method really worked. At least her hands were steadier now, and she could control her strength better. Maybe when she grew up, she could become an excellent doctor like her mother.

That was Sweet Dumpling’s dream. Ever since she saw her mother cut open someone’s belly with a knife, snip out the rotten intestine, and still save the person’s life, she’d wanted to be just like her someday.

Dreams were one thing, but Sweet Dumpling had no intention of letting her brother torment her every day just for her mother’s sake. There were plenty of ways to train her grip and knife skills—she didn’t need to face bugs every day...

Before leaving, Sweet Dumpling made sure to say goodbye to the six boys—Tyler Cui, Max Zhai, Leo Si, Evan Yu, Liam Fuller, and Shane Wang. Without Little Dumpling around to keep her in check, she showed her full little witch side: “Don’t worry, big brothers. When I get back to the Capital, I’ll visit all your aunties and tell them every last heroic deed you did here.”

If only Sweet Dumpling hadn’t sounded so vengeful, the six boys would have been happy. But her tone made it clear—this was definitely not a good thing...

“Delicate crybaby, tattletale!” Max Zhai pointed at Sweet Dumpling and let loose a string of insults. Leo Si and Evan Yu weren’t to be outdone, sneering, “Girls are just annoying. If they lose, it’s either tears or tattling. Princess? More like petty brat...”

“You... you’re all... bad people!” Sweet Dumpling’s face flushed with anger, but she’d never been good at insults—“bad people” was about all she could manage.

“Princess, we won’t see you out.” Tyler Cui, Shane Wang, and Liam Fuller showed their displeasure with cold formality.

They didn’t bother arguing with a little girl.

“Just you wait...” Sweet Dumpling ground her teeth, then hugged Sean Xuan and planted a kiss on his cheek before happily heading down the mountain with the Valley Master’s disciple.

“Senior brother, senior brother, where are we going?” Sweet Dumpling, as a disciple of the Valley Master, Dr. Redwater, and Dr. Marcus Guile, naturally called the Valley Master’s disciple her senior brother.

“I have important business to handle, so I’ll arrange for someone to escort you back to the Valley.” The Valley Master’s disciple’s face twitched, knowing he’d just taken on a troublesome errand but not daring to refuse.

Right now, he just wanted to send this little ancestor away as quickly as possible, so she wouldn’t delay his personal business.

But he underestimated how persistent Sweet Dumpling could be. She grabbed her senior brother’s hand, looked up, and asked, “Senior brother, where are you going?”

“Just a small errand,” the Valley Master’s disciple said awkwardly.

“Can you take me with you?” Sweet Dumpling blinked her big eyes, trying her best to act cute.

The reason she came to Skyvault Palace, even knowing her brother would punish her, was because...

She’d accidentally killed the rare poisonous herb she found last time. If she went back to Mystic Healer Valley now, Grandpa Guo probably hadn’t heard the news yet, but after being punished so harshly by her brother, she really didn’t want to return to Mystic Healer Valley for more punishment.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible.” The Valley Master’s disciple kept a blank face, but inside he was screaming: How can I get her to leave?

“But Sweet Dumpling really wants to go with you, senior brother! Please take me? I promise I’ll be good and won’t cause any trouble.” This time, she was absolutely serious—she knew that if she made trouble again, no one would save her.

“No way...” Thinking of where he had to go, the Valley Master’s disciple refused flatly. But Sweet Dumpling wouldn’t give up: “Please, senior brother, take me! I won’t be any trouble. Master says I’m a good student—I can even help if you meet any patients!”

Sweet Dumpling clung to the Valley Master’s disciple, determined to follow him no matter what. The poor disciple was at his wit’s end and finally said, “I’m going to the Imperial Mausoleum. Are you sure you want to go? That place is creepy and scary...”

Trying to change her mind, the Valley Master’s disciple racked his brains and told her all the ghost stories he knew, hoping to scare her off. But...

He shouldn’t have said anything—Sweet Dumpling got even more excited: “I want to go! Please take me! Don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret. I’ll never tell Father you’re going to rob Grandpa Emperor’s tomb.”

Ah... pfft.

The Valley Master’s disciple nearly spat out blood.

He was a doctor, for goodness’ sake! How did Sweet Dumpling get the idea he was a tomb robber?

With his skills and skinny frame, if he tried robbing a tomb, he’d end up buried himself.

“Sweet Dumpling...” The Valley Master’s disciple tried to persuade her, but she wouldn’t listen. Clapping her little hands, she beamed, “It’s settled then, senior brother! Don’t worry, it’s our little secret. I won’t tell a soul, and if anything happens, I’ll plead for you.”

The Valley Master’s disciple thought: Actually, taking Sweet Dumpling along might not be so bad—if we get caught, at least I won’t take the blame alone.

He hesitated for a long time, but finally nodded, though reluctantly.

The two fools completely forgot about the shadow guards who’d been secretly protecting Sweet Dumpling all along...

Shadow Guard: Princess, you really don’t treat us like people. We’re definitely going to tattle!