"Oh..."
The Ninth Emperor looked at him expressionlessly. "Because the one who called you 'Master' before was Little Nine, and now I am not Little Nine anymore."
"But you still recognized me..." Di Ming smiled as he walked toward the Ninth Emperor and stopped in front of her.
Nan Changfeng glanced at Di Ming coldly, took off his outer coat, and put it over the Ninth Emperor's body.
His voice was gentle. "Ninth Emperor, the weather is a bit cold. You should be careful, or you'll catch a cold."
The Ninth Emperor was long used to Nan Changfeng's behavior. She pulled the coat closer around her body and smiled sincerely.
"Don't worry. I won't catch a cold from this win. But look at you. You're so thin. If you get sick, will I not have to take care of you?"
Nan Changfeng smiled as gently as the spring breeze. "Then, would you like to take care of me?"
