Jiaru eagerly reached out to take the food, but the young prince quickly stopped her and ordered a servant to prepare a plate.
Ru'er, displeased, glared at Li Longji. "These are all mine. You can't eat them!"
"Alright, I won't eat them. They're all yours."
It was only at this moment that Qiao Mai noticed him. "Oh. I've been so busy talking to my sister that I forgot about you."
"Sister, no need for formalities."
Qiao Mai handed the letter and documents from her bosom to Jiaru. "This is a family letter, and these documents are from Uncle Wang, requesting your assistance in delivering them to the Emperor."
"We've heard about the snow disaster in Wei City. There should indeed be a protocol for this."
"Lord Wang submitted the documents half a month ago, but there has been no response. Could it be that someone is withholding them?"
"It's not that, but the Emperor's health has been poor. He is still recovering."
