Li Gongong, who served beside Shang, treated me like his ancestor, always afraid I would cause trouble. I remember how many times he slipped on banana peels or scattered dice, even spraining his back badly once. Since I’m here rarely, I must tease him well.
Yang Ziru approached and spoke to Li Gongong, who firmly shook his head, saying the Emperor was handling official business and we couldn’t enter rashly. How frustrating!
I slightly lowered my hat and asked, “Is it really not possible?”
Li Gongong’s impatient voice replied, “It’s really not possible, you should go back!” Oh my, my goosebumps!
To punish him, I removed my hat and gave him my most brilliant smile, clearly seeing Li Gongong’s bulging eyes. I maliciously laughed: “Really, not possible?”
Li Gongong bent towards me: “No, no, how would I dare not allow it? I’ll report to the Emperor right away!”
Then he fled into the study. “Hehe, he knows his place,” I wore a mischievous triumphant smile. Yang Ziru wondered about my identity – why did everyone in the palace treat me with such respect?
I strode towards the study, but Yang Ziru fearfully called out: “Hey, Li Gongong hasn’t finished reporting! Aren’t you afraid of losing your head?” I glanced back: “I’ve never needed to be announced to see the Emperor, and I don’t even need to kneel! You can wait here if you want.”
I kicked open the study door. The guards, accustomed to this, cast me a “long time no see” glance. I smiled at them and strode into the familiar study.
Li Gongong’s jaw nearly dropped. Shang looked stunned, and I couldn’t help feeling proud. I raised an eyebrow: “Li Gongong, isn’t it time for you to leave?” He ran out, forgetting to close the door. I gave Shang a roguish smile: “What, don’t recognize me after a week?”
Shang’s stunned expression disappeared, replaced by a joyful smile. He quickly approached and tightly embraced me: “How could I not?
Even if I turned to ash, I’d remember you!” I hugged him back, giggling in his arms, thinking he’s quite good at romantic lines.
