Something feels off, yet it seems familiar.

Yang Fan recalled the time his rebellious daughter said she was critically ill. He then thought about the way everyone was looking at him this time.

The more I think about it, the more plausible it seems.

"My fellow colleagues, I am perfectly fine this time. Nobody said I was critically ill, was it?"

Yang Fan himself didn't believe what he was saying.

"Lord Yang, this time no one said you were critically ill."

Yang Fan approached the white-collar worker and asked, "So, what's this time?"

A man suddenly appeared from the left of the white-collar worker and said, "Lord Yang, have you seen the recent portrait?"

"Lord Liu, no."

The white-collar worker also heard Liu Shang ask Yang Fan, "Yang Fan hasn't seen this before? No wonder, hahaha."

The white-collar worker chimed in, "After court, I'll have someone deliver some to your residence."

"Since Minister Bai has said so, this painting must be exceptionally beautiful."

The white-collar worker chuckled, without replying.

But Fang Li suppressed a laugh and echoed Yang Fan, "This painting is indeed very beautiful!"

Fang Li emphasized the word "beautiful".

After Qin Jue arrived, everyone returned to their original positions and the morning court session began.

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Xiao Xi'er led Xia Ju and ran towards the imperial kitchen.

"Little princess, please slow down. It rained a few days ago, and the road is still wet. Don't get your shoes wet."

"Otherwise you might get sick."

Xiao Xi'er listened to Xia Ju's nagging but didn't pay any attention; instead, she ran even faster.

"Father, you always stay up late to attend court. I want to make you something delicious."

Little Xi'er has two short legs, but she runs very fast.

My mind was still racing, trying to figure out what to make for Daddy to eat later.