"It seems that you are eager to protect the Lord. How can I refuse the kindness of my ministers?" King Ming said with a smile, but his eyes were covered with ice. "I will ask you to send people to investigate. If it takes half a month,
If you still haven’t found out the truth after that, I won’t forgive you lightly! In the worst case, you will be executed, but in the worst case, you will not be allowed to step into the Changbi Palace from now on!”
King Ming said coldly and put down the tea cup. Everyone's expressions changed. It seemed that King Ming wanted Cheyue and Chuoluo to be in trouble, and he was more likely to kill them because of their mistakes!
Ting Qingyu remained calm. After all, if she rushed to defend them, it would only make King Ming angrier, and Cheyue and Chuoluo would die faster.
Cheyue and Chuoluo looked at each other again with calm expressions, "Thank you, Your Majesty. I will definitely live up to His Majesty's expectations!"
The two said in unison, Ting Qingyu really felt that these two people had completely planned it! [
Prince Ming nodded and sneered. Seeing the indifference on Ting Qingyu's face, he calmed down slightly and waved away the two of them with a smile. Ting Qingyu felt a little anxious. If Prince Ming did what he did just now, she would really be unable to resist.
"Father... Your Majesty, Yu'er has something for the Emperor to appreciate. I hope the Emperor likes it!" Suddenly he remembered the colored paper he had cut out when he was bored a few days ago. His eyes suddenly lit up and he said with a smile.
"What is it? Did Yu'er have any proud works again?" The coldness on King Ming's face faded away, and immediately it was like a spring breeze sweeping over him, and his face was filled with radiance.
It has become so fast, as expected of the emperor. Ting Qingyu sneered, and then called Xiu'er, asking her to bring out the colored paper she had cut out a few days ago. Ting Qingyu unfolded it carefully one by one, which was made of
All kinds of things cut from colored paper, such as flowers, double happiness, birds, etc. Ting Qingyu’s father loved this kind of paper cutting the most. When Ting Qingyu was very young, her grandfather would narcissistically ask for them.
Ting Qingyu was taught this craft.
Although Ting Qingyu seldom had haircuts after that, the dual pressures of study and life made her neglect her grandfather's favorite, but now she really put it to use.
The emperor was indeed full of praise. He picked up the beautiful paper-cuts and looked at them carefully. Ting Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief, finally letting the old emperor stop making his own decisions.