Shen Zhiyi’s little face turned red.

It seems like she calls them dad every day.

【Ahhhhhhhhh, I won’t live anymore. 】

Taishe is dead.

This was simply the most socially dead moment in Shen Zhiyi’s life.

"Okay, okay, stop laughing."

The old emperor tried very hard to suppress his laughter, but he couldn’t help but said, “Hahaha, Lord Shen, it’s nothing for these old guys to be your father at their ages.”

"Your Majesty, you are joking."

[Hehehe, where do I get so many fathers! ]

"Hahaha."

The old emperor smiled and showed it to Shen Zhiyi.

Shen Zhiyi's eyes suddenly became full of resentment.

"Well, I'm suddenly in a good mood today. How about this, I'll take a day off today."

Take a break?

Shen Zhiyi's eyes lit up. If she had a day off, she could go and have fun!

[Great! Long live the old emperor! ]

The old emperor stroked his beard with satisfaction, and was the first to pretend to leave, and the other ministers also pretended to leave.

Shen Zhi, who never likes to be the first to stand out, thought that half of the people had left, so he ran madly towards Xuanwu Street like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins.

As soon as Shen Zhiyi disappeared from Xuanwu Gate, the ministers who had scattered gathered together again.

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you.

Someone said: "It's a good day, with sunshine. I finally got a day off. Why didn't you leave, old man?"

"Hey, you old man didn't leave either."

The old emperor said unhappily, "Alright, alright, don't think I don't know what you two are thinking. Let's go and see what this kid Shen Zhiyi is talking about."

“Yes.”