Sima Yang's clear and loud voice came from outside the door like a gust of wind: "Ahem...Huiyue...stop knocking."
When I heard this, I immediately became energetic and knocked on the door eagerly: "Sima Yang, aren't you the vassal king? Quickly order Sima Qing to let me out!"
"This, I'm afraid...can't do it."
"Why?" I was so angry that my hair stood up.
"Because...he is my brother..."[
"But you are the king and have supreme power!"
Sima Yang's tone rose a little, "He is my brother, so... Huiyue... I'm sorry..."
This guy, who looks like a good gentleman, is so difficult to communicate with! Oops! If you can’t be tough, then let’s be soft!
I pinched my thigh hard until tears burst out of the corners of my eyes, and my voice was so painful that I choked: "Sima Yang... please, let me out! Wuwu... I want to go home..."
Sure enough, after hearing my miserable scream, Sima Yang left at a fast pace.
In less than a minute, Sima Yang came back with the key, quickly opened the door and rushed in. He grabbed me and turned me over like a barbecue and checked: "Huiyue, are you okay? Are there any injuries?"
Having been despised by my father since I was a child, I have never experienced this kind of feeling of being cared about by others. As soon as I flattened my mouth, the grievances and sadness of the past fifteen years came to my heart. Tears couldn't help but burst out of my eyes, forming two long waterfalls...