He turned his head slightly, stiffly, and parted his lips, about to explain.
Suddenly, several more messages drifted down from the sky, complete with sound-
Qi'an, I want to see you.
I want to hold you.
And I want to-
Bang!
Xiao Yu shot to his feet.
His face was faintly red, his gaze wavering.
He glanced sideways at the people behind him and said with a hint of guilt, "Maternal Grandfather, Uncle... I'm stepping out for a moment."
With that, he pushed off on his toes and leaped onto the wall.
Suddenly, another low voice sounded behind him-
Qi'an, I want to...
Kiss you.
Xiao Yu's foot slipped at those words, and he nearly fell straight off the wall.
Then Su Xun's booming laughter rang out behind him.
"Hahaha!"
Xiao Yu shuddered and stumbled again.
"Hahahahaha!"
Watching his flustered retreat, Su Xun laughed even louder.
The old Grand Tutor shot him a look and said sternly, "Enough. Qi'an embarrasses easily. Keep laughing, and he won't dare come back!"
Su Xun immediately stopped laughing.
He pouted. "Grandfather, am I still your favorite grandson or not?"
The old Grand Tutor snorted and said coolly, "You could be. Or you could not be."
Su Xun: "..."
Xiao Yu felt as though his face were a freshly cooked flatbread, hot enough to burn.
He should have reminded Qinggeng to tell Yun Heng to wait until nighttime before sending him voice messages.
After all, he had placed a tracking spell on the Voice Transmission Talisman. Wherever he was, any incoming message would play aloud on the spot.
Who could have imagined that a certain sovereign... would have so much time on his hands?
Sending him messages in broad daylight.
Didn't he have ministers to receive and memorials to review?
Sending messages was one thing.