Surrounded by a crowd of gossip lovers whose eyes gleamed with excitement, Jiang Yanchuan calmly arranged the punishment of the palace maids who had been bribed.
He even skipped over Changshun, who was craning his neck in anticipation of hearing the little one's thoughts, and casually summoned guards to take the maids to the Eastern Depot.
As they were led away, Liuzhu and the other three screamed themselves hoarse begging for mercy, even drawing Jiang Yingcheng's attention back for a few moments.
She watched dazedly for a while before generously taking a break from the gossip to turn around, grab her handsome Imperial Father's shoulders, pull herself up, and plant a smacking kiss on his cheek.
"Imperial Father is the best!" Jiang Yingcheng's eyes sparkled. "Chengcheng loves Imperial Father most!"
The anger Noble Consort Rou had stirred in Jiang Yanchuan was instantly neutralized by the milky fragrance lingering beneath his nose. His heart eased, and a hint of amusement surfaced in his eyes. "Mm, Imperial Father loves-"
[Off to feast on gossip!]
No sooner had Jiang Yingcheng turned back and settled into her seat than she eagerly resumed looking at the translucent panel before her. Its densely packed text had successfully cured her habit of growing sleepy whenever she read.
And she devoured it with relish: [Wow, this is delicious. Wow-]
Jiang Yanchuan's words stuck in his throat, and the smile at his lips froze. Without moving his body, he slowly lowered his eyes until his gaze rested on the little one.
His fingertips seemed to itch, making him sorely tempted to pinch her soft, squishy cheeks.
Eunuch Changshun nearly fell to his knees before this little tyrant, who ran wild simply because she thought she was only speaking in her head.
What had happened to the last fellow who