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A black jade seal was shoved into Zhu Bafu's palm. She lowered her gaze to look at it; it was the seal belonging to each of the heads of the Six Ministries, with a vermilion "Works" character branded right onto the stamping surface.

"Do you want to trust Us for a bit, too?"

"..."

"We will be a good emperor and return justice to the Zhu Household."

"..."

This was an overwhelming temptation. Thinking of why she and Xiaojiu had struggled so bitterly to make a living, and thinking of why she had entered Dongxu Mansion in the first place, Zhu Bafu's lips trembled. She raised her head, right as she was about to open her mouth to reply, when the sound of a door being shoved open violently came from behind.

"...What are you two doing?"

Li Chenjing stood by the doorway with a pale complexion, a thin layer of sweat beaded on his forehead, and loose strands of hair draped haphazardly over his shoulders. He was panting heavily, clearly having run all the way here. The hand he raised to wipe away his sweat gradually clenched into a fist because of the scene before him. His eyes were dangerously hidden behind his strands of hair, as if about to shoot out cold, icy arrows to pierce the ambiguous, entangling pair in front of him.

"What... are you doing?"

"Dataset... Young Master? Why are you here?" Zhu Bafu was stunned. She wanted to walk over to his side, but upon lowering her head, she realized that she was currently sitting improperly and kneeling on Your Majesty's lap. Furthermore, Your Majesty still had one hand gripping her hand and pressing it against his chest over his lapel, while his other hand rested flirtatiously on her waist.

The entire scene looked