Bao Xi jumped off the bed, pushing with his small hand, “Don’t touch my future wife!”
” I spat blood. Mo Ran was so angry he forgot his father’s name, and Shu Yang’s face turned ugly, but he remained polite: “May I ask why Your Majesty says so?” I admired Shu Yang’s patience.
Bao Xi proudly smiled, wrapping his small hand around my waist: “Because we’re already engaged!” I was dizzy; did he really need to bring this up?! Mo Ran angrily walked over, picking up Bao Xi like a chicken: “You little brat, don’t talk nonsense! I’m afraid you made this up during a game of house!”
Bao Xi struggled free, “Of course not! We’re truly engaged! Is it up to you, this ill-mannered bad guy, to interfere with our marriage?” Shu Yang’s face became increasingly difficult, his eyebrows furrowing, “Please show some self-respect, Your Majesty.”
I couldn’t stand it anymore; the thick vinegar smell in the room was unbearable! “Damn it! Are you done?! Whoever doesn’t shut up, I’ll kick them out!” Everyone immediately fell silent.
“No, Bao Xi, you can’t leave the palace,” I said firmly. Bao Xi asked, “Why?!” I stroked his head and explained, “Because your country needs you. If you leave and neglect state affairs, wouldn’t I become a sinner for eternity?”
Bao Xi thought for a moment, “That’s true. What should I do? I don’t want to leave you.”
When Moran heard that this troublemaker couldn’t leave the palace, he smiled triumphantly, “What to do? Just stay! A kid shouldn’t learn about running away from home. Obediently stay in your palace!”
I shot Moran a murderous glance, “If you dare to interject again, believe me, I’ll smack you with a brick!” He quickly covered his mouth. I smiled, “That’s more like it! Baoxi, if you want to leave the palace, you must get your sister’s approval. Let’s talk to her after the morning court session.”
Baoxi nodded helplessly, “Okay then.”
After the morning court, I linked arms with Shuyang and said, “Shuyang, you’re so handsome. You look good in anything!” Shuyang smiled, “As long as you like it.” Moran complained, “Why only praise him? Don’t I look good too?”
