"What were you saying to His Majesty just now?" Jin Changge tightened his grip on Qing'er's hand and asked again with a stern face.

"N-nothing, it was just...just chatting." Qing'er chose to play dumb.

"Hmph, does His Majesty have the time to chat with you about everyday things?" Jin Changge pulled hard, dragging Qing'er to his chest, and then pinched her round face with his other hand.

"Ouch, no, no, Miss, it hurts!" Qing'er, who was lying on Jin Changge's chest, immediately cried out in pain with a pained expression.

"You're pretending again. I didn't even use any force." Jin Changge knew the girl was faking it, so he simply played along and used a little force on her hand.

"Who told you to say those things?" Jin Changge pinched Qing'er's soft cheek and glared at her as he questioned her.

"I...I wanted to say it myself." Qing'er grabbed the hand that was pinching her face, blinked her eyes, and looked pitiful.

"Am I like you say? Am I that weak? Humph." Jin Changge loosened his grip a little, but still held onto her face tightly.

"Not weak at all, my young lady is the most powerful, hehe." Qing'er smiled charmingly.

"No joking around!" Jin Changge shouted, pulling down on Qing'er's soft cheek and making a miserable V-shape.

"Well... I was just thinking of Miss's best interests..." Qing'er pouted.

“I’m perfectly fine, why do you need to worry about me like this? I’m not a child.” Jin Changge raised her eyebrows.

“If Your Majesty does not treat Miss well, she will suffer when she goes to Jinling. I will be very sad. Miss has finally escaped from suffering. She should not only live well, but also live happily.”

Qing'er looked into Jin Changge's eyes, put her arms around her waist, and whispered softly.