After the inner court session, Lu Yao was summoned alone to Wuyang Hall to report.
His colleagues had just transcribed everything they remembered onto the sheets of xuan paper the little girl had left in Chongyun Hall. Those sheets were now in Emperor Mingze's hands, and he leafed through them with apparent indifference.
Some of the handwriting was elegant, some scrawled; one glance made it obvious that at least several people had written it. Yet the two who could see it treated this as a mere formality and deliberately ignored that fact. As for the one who could not see it-
Why won't they let Chengcheng have a look too?
Jiang Yingcheng appeared absorbed in writing and drawing on her xuan paper, but all her attention had actually drifted to the papers clutched in her handsome imperial father's hand. Her inner voice brimmed with curiosity.
I wonder if Uncle Lu has all the evidence. Can he catch all the bad guys...? She propped her chin on her hand, accidentally brushing her cheek with the wolf-hair brush and leaving a little ring of ink. Otherwise, let's find Uncle Zhong later and have him take us out to see Brother Yuan!
Then her thoughts wandered further and further afield. Flying over rooftops and scaling walls with Uncle Zhong last time felt amazing! Chengcheng wants to do it again!
If Chengcheng can leave the palace, she also wants to buy some Hibiscus Pastry. It smells so good!
Lu Yao: "..."
The little girl's inner voice grew increasingly excited, as though she had completely forgotten her original reason for going out and remembered only how wonderful it would be to leave the palace and play.
He did not dare look at Emperor Mingze's expression and merely bowed his head very low.
As though offering