Yu Chiyun unconsciously raised his voice, and interrupted the emperor’s words. She frowned deeply, but didn’t know what to say. Her thin lips twitched slightly, and her black eyes struggled.
“Why, the prince is shy?” The emperor smiled more gently. He thought about it, and asked tentatively, “Isn’t it … I already have someone I like?”
Wei Chiyun’s face stiffened.
The emperor couldn’t help it when he saw this expression, and suddenly he was intrigued. “It really seems to be! Let’s talk, which girl is it?”
Wei Chiyong twitched his mouth and looked at the image of his father’s emperor’s long-tongued tongue-changing woman.
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