When He Puyu was summoned before the emperor, his hair was dry and disheveled, his face sallow and rough, and even his ankle-length robe was so filthy that its original color was impossible to discern.
Anyone would have felt a twinge of sympathy at the sight of such a miserable, wretched figure standing before them.
If they hadn't heard the Little Princess's thoughts beforehand, that was.
Looking as though he did not recognize Emperor Mingze, He Puyu dropped respectfully to his knees before Jiang Yanchuan.
His voice was anguished. "General, this commoner has suffered an injustice. I beg you to uphold justice for me!"
The main hall was so quiet that a falling pin could have been heard.
For a moment, the military generals had no idea how to face this formidable fellow who had traveled a thousand miles to pursue his husband after their colleague had "seduced and abandoned" him.
Jiang Yingcheng had no such reservations. Standing behind her handsome imperial father, she clutched a corner of his cloud brocade robe with both hands, poked her head out, and said in her babyish voice, "Grandpa Kan has been famous for over thirty years. Obviously, he can't be very young anymore. Are you saying my imperial father looks really old?"
Kan Ruifeng: "..."
The grief on He Puyu's face froze. Slightly bewildered, he quickly raised his head for a glance.
He had intended to pretend that he had encountered Emperor Mingze here by chance. He had never expected the Little Princess to point out the inconsistency the moment they met.
Knowing that his attempt to pat the horse's rump had landed on its leg instead, He Puyu hurriedly kowtowed. "This commoner failed to recognize Your Majesty's august countenance. Please forgive me, Your Majesty!"
He Puyu pressed his forehead firmly to