As though struck by the same flash of inspiration, every civil and military official lowered their head at once, hoping the Little Highness would quickly forget that they had "wanted" some pastries-
All they wanted to know now was whether Lan Jiming had leaked court secrets to the Enemy Kingdom's spy. If he had, just how much had that spy learned?
The officials were as frantic as ants on a hot pan, yet all they could do was secretly watch with desperate longing as the little girl swallowed the entire pastry in her hand, then watch with that same longing as she reached for another.
The officials: "???"
Their resentful gazes turned into blade after blade, whizzing straight toward Eunuch Changshun.
Why had he prepared so many pastries?! Once the Little Princess started eating, she could keep going for ages. If she wanted a taste of every single one, wouldn't the suspense kill them?!
Fortunately, this time the little girl activated her eat-while-reading skill: [Hehehe, luckily, even though Lan Jiming didn't know the truth, he wasn't stupid. He and the spy have been testing each other all this time, and neither has revealed any substantial information.]
Lan Yangyu let out a long breath of relief, then gave a soft chuckle full of pride.
Not bad, you little brat. You have a brain after all. You haven't disgraced me.
The gratified father forgot the pain as soon as the scar healed. The terror he had felt moments earlier had vanished completely, replaced by a swelling sense of pride that even straightened his back a little.
He had raised the boy himself, after all. That strategic mind took after him!
[Eh, eh, eh??!]
Jiang Yingcheng stopped nibbling her biscuit. Her gaze fixed on a line of small text on the panel before