Hearing Li Qingzhao suddenly begin sighing for no apparent reason.
Liu Mengxi, who was also somewhat tipsy, cupped her flushed cheeks in both hands.
She blinked her big, watery eyes, clear with innocent stupidity, tilted her fluffy little head, and looked at the classical beauty across from her in confusion.
"Big Sister Qingzhao~"
Liu Mengxi let out a little wine-scented burp and asked sweetly, "Why are you suddenly sighing when everything was fine?"
The little girl's train of thought had always been simple and direct. Numbed by alcohol, it ran even more straightforwardly.
"Is it because there isn't enough food on the table?"
Liu Mengxi glanced at the emptied plates and patted her flat little chest boldly.
"Oh, that's easy!~"
She grinned and pointed at Jiang Che beside her. "As long as Big Sister Qingzhao says the word, Brother can immediately conjure up another whole table of piping-hot delicious food for you!"
"I guarantee you'll be stuffed!~"
Hearing Silly Sweet's innocent, tipsy words.
Li Qingzhao, whose heart had been full of gloom, could not help but smile.
Looking at the adorable little girl in the pink dress before her, she only felt that this younger Sister Liu was truly delightful and immensely lovable.
Li Qingzhao gently shook her head.
She hesitated for a moment. The sorrow she had suppressed for so long felt like a lump in her throat; she could not rest until she voiced it.
In the end, borrowing the rush of alcohol that had gone straight to her head.
Li Qingzhao decided to tell these two newly acquainted neighbors all the worries in her heart.
After all.
The Emperor's condition had now worsened to the extreme.
According to her father Li Gefei's despairing words, the Emperor's passing was likely only three to five days away...
Even if