Ying Minxing's knees went weak, and he nearly dropped to the ground on the spot.
What had just happened was so bizarre that he did not even know which part to be shocked by first.
The little one had spoken, but she had not opened her mouth.
The little one had called the man holding her "Imperial Father."
Using his broad sleeve as cover, Ying Minxing reached down and gave his thigh a vicious twist-
Mm...
Good.
It did not hurt.
It was fake.
He must still be asleep.
But before he could finish that threefold denial in his heart, the stinging pain in his leg belatedly reached him, and on top of that-
[Wow-will Grandpa Ying be okay? He looks like he's about to get so mad he turns stupid...]
[He can't turn stupid! Chengcheng still wants to make money with Grandpa Ying!]
[When Chengcheng and Grandpa Ying join forces, money will make money, and that money will make more money, and the money will just keep making money... Then Chengcheng will have lots and lots of little coins, and Imperial Father's Gold Mountain can also-huh?!]
Thud-
The middle-aged County Magistrate Tuobi's vision went black, and he toppled straight backward!
Before he lost consciousness completely, he heard an especially panicked cry-
"Grandpa Ying!!"
That little brat.
Even that little dumpling reacted more strongly than he did.
When Ying Minxing woke up, Wen Ruxin was the only person left beside his bed.
The instant he opened his eyes, he shot bolt upright, sweeping his gaze around the room. "Where are they?!"
Where were His Majesty and the Little Princess and the others?!
Wen Ruxin jumped at this corpse-springing-back-to-life act, nearly spilling the freshly brewed medicine in his hands onto the bed.
"Hiss-"
Wen Ruxin scrambled to steady the medicine