The Ninth Emperor turned to Nan Changfeng blankly. She had a feeling that, after they returned, Nan Changfeng seemed to be different in some ways.
She could not quite put the finger on what exactly.
"Oh. ."
The Ninth Emperor responded lazily. "But they will become my people later. I have to go to see them anyway. Let's go."
She stretched her back and walked ahead.
Nan Changfeng smiled faintly, slowly following the Ninth Emperor.
He did not go to see those people, but... He asked Qing Zhu to follow them.
Qing Zhu had rejected anyone who looked even remotely pretty.
With their looks, he was afraid his master would lose all the Ninth Emperor's attention.
Qing Zhu came out of Nan Changfeng's sleeves.
Thinking about what it had done for Nan Changfeng recently, it was a bit stifled and aggrieved.
Its master forced it to cook for those women and sent it to scare his love rival.
