Although Xiao Chengyu sent Si Yuan away, the emperor still knew about the peonies being picked in Heze.
"I heard that people in your palace secretly picked the peonies in the imperial garden?" The old emperor was lying on the beauty's couch.
He looked depressed due to excessive indulgence, his eyes were black and blue, and his cheeks were puffy.
He is clearly the Emperor of Kowloon, but he doesn't have the slightest air of a king.
"Father, who did you hear this from?" Xiao Chengyu played with a jade bead in his hand carelessly, "Eighth Emperor Sister?"
"Yes, that girl came to me and said that you killed a palace maid because of her, and also said that the palace maid had the audacity to go to my imperial garden to pick flowers. Yu'er, is this serious?"
"Since you are your servant's maid, if you go to pick a few flowers, how can you call it stealing?" Xiao Chengyu did not answer directly.
This answer satisfied the old emperor very much.
Because Xiao Chengyu will inherit the throne in the future, if he loses any dignity, he will have to consider whether to let him succeed.
As for whether the palace maid secretly picked the peonies or whether Xiao Chengyu asked her to pick them, it was just a matter of his words.
Xiao Chengyu's answer made him stop punishing the palace maid.
The old emperor closed his eyes tiredly: "You, the imperial sister, are really too willful."
For such a trivial matter, she came to trouble him early in the morning and disturbed his temperament!
After thinking about it, he raised his eyelids and glanced at the beauty beside him.
Next to his legs was a palace concubine who was favored just last night, and was squeezing his calf.
When the beauty saw the emperor's gaze, she lowered her head shyly, revealing her fair and slender neck.
And because of this movement, his clothes were slightly opened.
The old emperor's eyes followed the skirt of her clothes and lingered on her breasts.
Xiao Chengyu ignored the flirting between the two people throughout the whole process.
Or should I say it’s commonplace.
The old emperor often claimed to be ill and refused to go to court a year ago, but in fact he kept recruiting beauties into the palace and lingering in the gentle countryside.
Xiao Chengyu didn't like coming to this place because it was full of slutty atmosphere.
Very disgusting.
He looked at the jade beads in his hand.
This is made of black jade and carved with lotus flowers. I don’t know which country it was as a tribute. It was put into the treasury and has never been taken out again.
I didn’t know where the little milk ball came from, so I had to give it to him.
It's obviously his thing.
But he asked her to borrow flowers to offer to Buddha.
Xiao Chengyu was a little disgusted, but he couldn't help but think of the way the little girl stood at the door and looked at him before he came over.
Like a child afraid of being abandoned.
Xiao Chengyu couldn't sit still, and a trace of irritation flashed between his eyebrows.
He rudely interrupted the flirting between the old emperor and the concubine: "If my father is fine, I will go back and read."
Only then did the father remember that he was looking for Xiao Chengyu for something.
The old emperor: "Yu'er has reached the age of dancing the spoon, and it's time to learn what you should know. I heard that you have never had a maid by your side to serve you. This is not good."
Xiao Chengyu lowered his eyebrows: "I have Chengde by my side. He is very clever."
The old emperor: "That's an old eunuch, what does he know!"
Xiao Chengyu: "Although Chengde is old, he is considerate."
The old emperor cursed: "That's not what I meant!"
The concubine on the side covered her mouth and laughed softly.
Xiao Chengyu still had a calm tone: "My son is confused, please clarify me."
The old emperor glanced at him with an expression that said, "Rotten wood cannot be carved."
The imperial concubine gave the emperor a nudge and said in a sweet voice: "Your Majesty, Your Highness is still young. How can you be like Your Majesty who has experienced hundreds of battles?"
At the end of the words, the tone of his voice rose slightly, as if he was hinting at something.
