"Read more books." Jiang Beiran answered without raising his head.
"Then... may I read the books here?"
"As you wish."
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness!"
After saying that, Mu Yao happily went to look for the books.
Glancing at Mu Yao who was excitedly looking for the books, Jiang Beiran could not help but admire this silly girl who genuinely wanted to do something to save the commoners.
"No matter what kind of person they are, they will always something good in them."
After sighing in his heart, Jiang Beiran shifted his gaze back to the book. Just as he was looking for where he was looking, a cold wind suddenly blew out the candle on the desk.
Jiang Beiran turned his head and saw Kong Qianqian holding a palm fan that was as tall as a person. She had her head lowered and was tired. It was obvious that she knew that she had done something wrong again.
