Unaware of Long Yang's thoughts, Chu Qi helped Ji'er put on her shoes and cloak. Gazing down at her, he asked, "Do you want to sit with the Emperor?"
"No." Ji'er shook her head and gripped his sleeve.
Chu Qi decided not to force her and sat down beside her.
Just then, Yaoyao sprinted down the jade stairs and took advantage of her small size to squeeze between them.
Ji'er glowered at her.
With a cheeky grin, Yaoyao kneaded her cheeks and complimented, "My little sister's so pretty."
Ji'er, "..."
Next to them, Lin Qingyuan burst out laughing. "Second Princess, you and Princess Ji'er look exactly the same. Are you actually trying to compliment yourself?"
"We don't look exactly the same. Ji'er has a beauty spot on her forehead—see for yourself." With an air of seriousness, Yaoyao twisted Ji'er's head to face her.
Lin Qingyuan could not contain her laughter. Princess Yaoyao was truly a mischievous little clown.
