Ling Luo followed Xuanyuan Ze and Luo Ge back to the Prince's Mansion. When he just entered the door, he saw two familiar figures.
"Xiaojie, Xun'er, you're here." A deep joy flashed across Ling Luo's face.
"Sister!"
"Master!"
Jie and Xun'er called out at the same time.
"Dad! You are here too!"
When Xun'er saw Luo Ge, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. Like a happy bird, he jumped into Luo Ge's arms, hugged his waist tightly and refused to let go.
"Sister, how are you?" Jie stepped forward and looked at Ling Luo intently, with a pair of extremely beautiful purple eyes full of concern.
Regarding Ling Luo's acceptance of the supreme trial in the Senate, rumors had already spread in the Imperial City of Jialan Kingdom. Passing through the most prosperous street of the Imperial City, some rumors were also heard about the calamity that came along the way.
A faint smile appeared on Ling Luo's lips, and she said: "It's okay. All three charges were found not guilty. I will be acquitted."
"Great!" A deep look of joy flashed across Jie's face, and his graceful smile was dazzling.
The corners of Ling Luo's eyes trembled.
To be honest, since Jie started practicing, her appearance has been changing step by step, and she is really not used to it.
I really miss the ugly, thin, silly boy from before.
*.*.*.*.*
The Prince's Mansion was filled with joy.
As for the imperial study room in the imperial city, it was another completely reversed scene.
"My sons and ministers see my father."
In the main hall of the imperial study, Xuanyuan Yu knelt down to the middle-aged man on the dragon chair and made a big salute.
"My dear brother, please see your royal brother."
Xuanyuan Zhiji also bowed to Xuanyuan Bugui, but did not kneel down.
"Yeah." Xuanyuan Bugui responded lightly.
He didn't even raise his eyes, still concentrating on studying the broken bone in his hand, rubbing the incomplete ancient runes on the broken bone carefully with his palm.
Looking from Xuanyuan Yu's angle, he happened to see a shiny bald man.
Yes, bald ladle.
In other words, it is a piece of the Mediterranean Sea. There is not much hair left on the side of Xuanyuan Bugui's head, only a few wisps.
"Brother Emperor, Yu'er is back." Xuanyuan Zhiji reminded him at the right time when he saw that Xuanyuan was motionless without returning.
However, what responded to him was——
"Well, don't make any noise."
Although Xuanyuan Bugui is the emperor of the Jialan Empire, he has no interest in government affairs at all. Instead, he is a true martial arts fanatic, obsessed with practicing and various unique rune techniques all day long.
What Xuanyuan Bugui is holding now is a broken bone left by a heavenly immortal in the human world. Very precious bone patterns are engraved on it, but because it is a broken bone, the runes are incomplete.
For two months, Xuanyuan Bugui studied all day long, holding this half-broken bone of the immortal in his hand while eating and sleeping, never leaving his body for a moment.
This middle-aged emperor was crazy about martial arts.
Even if his son, whom he hadn't seen for a year, suddenly appeared in front of him, he couldn't take his attention away from the broken bones of the immortal.
Without Xuanyuan Bugui's approval, Xuanyuan Yu automatically stood up from the ground and patted the dust on his knees.
He raised his head, his black hole-like eyes narrowed dangerously, staring intently at the man on the dragon chair, with a sinister curve on his lips: "Hey, dad, the top of your head is really getting worse."
You are getting brighter and brighter, has mother forgotten to tell you to use hair-growing powder this year?"