Jiang Yingcheng struggled to swallow the pastry in her mouth.
The cooks here knew how to make only a few kinds of pastries, and they were rather dry. Jiang Yingcheng gulped down a large mouthful of water before turning her head. "Grandpa Liang-"
Liang Qilüe blurted out almost reflexively, "No!"
Only after the words left his mouth did he suddenly realize something was wrong, but it was already too late.
Jiang Yingcheng stared at him, stunned. A moment later, a wounded expression appeared on her little face.
Her lips pressed into a stubborn straight line, and a sheen of moisture rapidly gathered in her eyes. She looked ready to burst into tears at any second.
[G-Grandpa Liang... d-does he hate Chengcheng now?]
Everyone seated around the table winked and pulled faces at him, trying to signal him. But none of them were accustomed to making such expressions, leaving their faces rather uncoordinated. All together, they looked like a chaotic horde of demons dancing wild.
Liang Qilüe: "..."
Well, this...
This was going to be difficult to salvage.
Fortunately, that fellow Jiang Yanchuan still had a shred of conscience. He watched the spectacle with a smile for only a few moments before speaking up to help him out.
"I quite understand that General Liang cannot agree to my request immediately," Jiang Yanchuan said, lowering his eyes. "I will wait until General Liang changes his mind."
Liang Qilüe: "..."
Liang Qilüe's nostrils twitched slightly, as though he could smell tea filling the room.
"I-is that so..." His voice seemed to squeeze out through his clenched teeth. "Your Majesty has countless affairs to attend to each day. You would do better not to waste too much time here."
Jiang Yingcheng relaxed.
[So Grandpa Liang was talking to Imperial Father~]
As long as he