Jiang Yingcheng paid little mind to such a trifling matter. After looking up for a moment, she threw herself back into her grand pursuit of gossip.
[Mm... while Uncle Liaochen was away, the two of them sneaked into the room he shared with his wife-]
Liaochen's pupils contracted, and he shouted again, "Your Majesty!!"
"I..." Having only wanted to interrupt the Little Princess's thoughts, he could not think of anything to say on the spot. "There are many distinctive pastries in my hometown. I could bring some back for you!"
Facing the varied looks of the officials around him, Liaochen shut his eyes in despair.
Enough.
He had only wanted to stop the Little Princess from digging into his painful memories and exposing his past failures to everyone, yet he had personally handed them a fresh laughingstock.
He had seen enough of this world. Let it burn.
Once he confirmed that he had successfully steered the little girl's thoughts elsewhere, Liaochen left the mountain ahead of the others, his mind at ease.
He and his wife had come together through an arranged marriage between their families, and their feelings for each other were not particularly deep, but-
His rival had to pay for this!
The fury threatening to burst from Liaochen's eyes looked ready to set the entire mountain forest ablaze.
Jiang Yingcheng followed the group back to the camp at the foot of the mountain.
After a whole day of openly repairing the plank road to conceal their true purpose, the curtain finally rose on their ultimate objective.
The officials were left outside to do as they pleased, while Jiang Yanchuan headed straight into the tent with the children and a group of military generals.
Everyone stood beside a long Writing Desk, upon which lay three rather