The ministers standing on the outermost edge were nearly frightened into taking flight by that voice!
They had been so engrossed in watching the show that they had not even noticed when someone had come up behind them.
Pu Yuanzhou, who nearly ended up face-to-face with the newcomer the moment he turned around, stumbled back several steps and swayed for a good while before barely steadying himself.
Ignoring their varied expressions, the newcomer waved his folding fan as he threaded his way through the crowd, heading straight toward Emperor Mingze and the little girl at the center.
And then-
"Could you just stop right there?"
Before he could reach them, the little girl called him to a halt, her face full of distaste.
"It's still chilly," Jiang Yingcheng said. "If you wave that stupid fan around, Chengcheng will get cold."
She had not said it outright, but judging by her disdainful look and tone, her words could essentially be translated as: anyone fanning themselves in cold weather was either putting on airs or sick in the head.
Ying Sinan: "..."
The smile at the corners of Ying Sinan's mouth froze, and he swept an odd look over the little girl's face.
You were rolling around on the ground throwing a tantrum, and now you're worried about the cold?!
He felt deeply wronged, but considering how wealthy this group looked, he swallowed the ten thousand curses already on the tip of his tongue.
Gritting his teeth, Ying Sinan folded his fan and continued as though nothing had happened. "Have you all come for the treasures on Yuntong Mountain as well?"
The instant he said that, everyone's expressions changed!
They had been so startled by his sudden interruption that they had not even caught what he said. Only now, hearing him repeat