My name is Chu Yi. As the Minister of Personnel of An Country, I harbored a singular ambition: to rebel and seize the Great An Dynasty. To succeed in this usurpation, I formed factions, purged diss...
She said this in a very convincing manner, and then added, "I didn't want to agree, but I was forced to do so because I was under someone else's roof..."
Chu Yi just had one question, "Why does the little emperor think you can be his undercover agent?"
Xiao Ling thought about it and chose to brag without hesitation: "He said that because I'm good-looking, Lord Chu will definitely be attracted to me when he sees me?"
Chu Yi: “…”
OK!
What he said really sounded like the thoughts and intentions of the person in the palace.
After all, a few days ago, the little emperor specially arranged a marriage for himself.
But Chu Yi was a little puzzled.
Just like Xiao Ling didn't understand why Chu Yi didn't get married in his twenties, Chu Yi also didn't understand why the young emperor hadn't appointed a queen yet.
Although he had to admit that the little emperor's move really hit his weak spot, he still had some doubts.
Chu Yi couldn't help but stand up from his chair and stare at the timid Xiao Ling in front of him. This time, he couldn't help but admire this face for a long time.
Only when he saw Xiao Ling's face was full of resistance did he try to test her:
"So, you agree to the little emperor's plan?"
Xiao Ling spread his hands and said, "If I had promised the dog emperor, why would I tell you this now? Am I waiting for you to kill me?"
"Haha, that's a good idea. Do you think I will believe your nonsense?"
Chu Yi sneered, "Maybe it's hard to say. You're just saying this on purpose to gain my trust. Are you really the emperor's spy?"
Seeing the sudden indifference on Chu Yi's face, Xiao Ling couldn't help but take a step back.
She suddenly realized that something was wrong. Although her expression did not change, she was already feeling a little nervous inside.
Is this bastard Chu Yi so terrifying that he even calculated this step?