"Your Majesty, you're already fifteen, nearly old enough to marry. You can't go asking your father about everything like you used to. You still act like a child who hasn't grown up. How am I supposed to feel at ease handing all of Phoenixcry over to you?"
Li Ying looked utterly bewildered.
Hadn't she always loved it when Li Ying went to ask her father about every little thing, since that gave her an excuse to visit him?
Why was she suddenly...
Could something have happened between them that she didn't know about?
Su Qiao acted as though she hadn't seen her astonished expression. She rose and said solemnly, "Besides, the harem has no business meddling in state affairs."
"Furthermore, your father has always been in poor health, yet you still make him worry about so many things. Isn't that unfilial?"
That man was always pretending to be frail, always acting as though he had exhausted himself worrying about his daughter. This time, Su Qiao intended to make her fall into the pit she had dug herself.
Li Ying: "..." This day was truly cursed.
Setting aside the question of how healthy her father was, didn't Imperial Uncle usually visit him under the pretext of worrying about his health?
In other words, if her father had been strong and healthy, would she still have had so many chances to see him?
Su Qiao paid no attention to what was going on in her mind or how many questions she had.
She stood at the top of the steps with her hands behind her back, looking down solemnly at the two rows of ministers below.
"As for the taxes, this year's spring drought is more severe than in previous years, and the people's harvests have suffered. If we increase the taxes