"Rest assured, uncle, I will bear many children for seventh brother legitimately! So many that you won't be able to hold them all!" Leng Muling playfully stuck out her tongue and left, arm in arm with Mo Qi.
Zhuo Junli watched them leave, then turned to see Leng Shuqing.
No matter when or where, she carried herself with graceful decorum, like a fairy.
But her furrowed brows right now were really not adorable.
Zhuo Junli thought he had said all he needed to her and smiled as he walked away.
"Uncle." Leng Shuqing stopped him, "The emperor is using me like this before I even enter the palace? Was this your idea?"
In her view, Zhuo Junli was a genius who would come up with such a scheme.
"Shuqing."
