"Your Majesty!"
Everyone in the courtyard dropped to their knees in a flurry.
Li Shihong waved for them all to rise.
Ever perceptive, Eunuch Lin had someone bring over a chair.
Li Shihong sat down and asked casually, "I hear you've been digging for silver. Is that true?"
Wait, something was wrong.
He wrinkled his nose. "Why does it stink?"
The soldiers were scared out of their wits at those words and hurriedly picked up their tools to fill the pit back in.
Soon, the smell slowly dissipated.
Li Shihong: ...
[Stinks, doesn't it? I think so too. Why do we have to talk here? Can't we go to the front hall?]
Eunuch Lin's expression shifted repeatedly. Had he encountered a ghost in broad daylight?
Li Shihong was only slightly surprised. His gaze swept over Tang Shiba, then quickly moved away.
Tang Shiba was extremely sensitive and grew wary. [Why did the emperor just look at me?]
[Has he taken a fancy to me?]
[Oh my God! He's old enough to be my father. If he makes me enter the palace, can I refuse?]
Li Shihong's aging face flushed.
This girl was far too full of herself. He was old enough to be her father. How could he possibly take her into his harem?
Still, such an interesting, extraordinary young woman would be quite suitable for someone.
The Crown Prince was reserved, aloof, and exceptional. Wouldn't these two make a perfect match?
Madam Song took Tang Shiba's hand, her heart pounding with anxiety.
She had no idea whether the emperor could hear those thoughts.
If he could, what if he took Shiba for some sort of demon?
Tang Cheng came to his senses and hurriedly answered the earlier question. "Your Majesty, Lord Yang came to my residence early this morning,