"Prince, everything is fine, but Li Ying seems to be missing." Zhuiyun bowed his head respectfully and reported.
"Why do you think of her all of a sudden? Hasn't she already been deprived of martial arts by this king and kicked out of Fengyage Pavilion?" He looked at Zhuiyun with sharp eyes, as if he wanted to see the deepest part of his heart.
"It's just that my subordinates find it very strange why Li Ying suddenly seems to have disappeared from the world."
Zhuiyun's eyes seemed to be hiding something and he was slightly distracted.
"If nothing happens, just step back!"
"Well, my subordinates, please stand down right now!"
As soon as he walked out of the study, he came back and said, "Your Majesty, the Emperor is ill in bed, and the Queen is in charge now."
"Well, I know," he nodded thoughtfully.
Zhuiyun then left the study room
"What's wrong, Little Yoghurt?" Yilin asked, looking at Little Yoghurt with a very unhappy face and a pout.
At this moment, mother and son were already on the carriage looking towards the capital.
"Nothing!" Little Yoghurt's voice revealed deep unhappiness.
"Okay, mom knows, it must be because your master can't come out to give us little yogurt, so little yogurt is unhappy!"
Yilin stared into Little Yoghurt's big eyes and said
"Mom, do you think Master went into seclusion because he was unhappy because I left today?"
The more he talks, the higher his pout becomes.
"Hey, you little guy is overthinking it. Didn't you say that your master likes you? So that's not possible. Your master is really in seclusion."
Yilin gently stroked Little Yoghurt's head and persuaded
"Really?" He looked at Yilin dubiously.
"Yes, mom won't tell nonsense. You have to know that what mom says is the truth, so I believe mom is right."
"Mom, you are so stinky and beautiful!" Little Yoghurt looked contemptuous.
"Hmph, you little guy, don't you take your mother seriously now?" Yilin said half-jokingly.
"What mom says is always unreliable. Mom is even more ignorant than Little Yoghurt," Little Yoghurt said sarcastically.
A snickering expression on his face
"Okay, how dare you make fun of your mother, you are really too bold, let's see how I deal with this girl like you." He said with both hands trying to scratch the itch of the little yogurt.
"Mom, I was joking, but you took it seriously. It's so boring. Mom, you are so boring," he said with a flat mouth, with a look of contempt on his face.
The laughter and laughter of the two mother and son echoed on the way to the capital.
After a few hours, the carriage arrived at the lively market, full of noise and prosperity.
"Uncle, you can stop here."
Yilin got off the carriage, paid the money and walked into the inn.
"Master, you are finally here. Where have you been during this time? Your room is still there, and your luggage is still there!" the innkeeper said.
"Thank you, shopkeeper," he said, taking out a silver coin and putting it on the counter.
"Shopkeeper, I still want to stay here."
"Okay." The shopkeeper was very happy when he saw the large ingot of silver. You must know that this inn itself is not luxurious, so it doesn't cost much money to stay here.
"Sir, please go upstairs. We clean the room every day."
The shopkeeper behaves like this, as if he treats Yilin as a living rich man.
Walking to the room, Little Yoghurt said, "Mom, our baggage is safely here!"
"Well, yes, the baggage is here!" There were only some clothes in the baggage and nothing else.
She didn't want to open it at all. There was nothing valuable anyway.