The young emperor claimed that he was ill, so he did not attend court for several days. The ministers were puzzled but dared not speak. They secretly guessed that the young emperor might have angered the factory supervisor that day, so he was locked up in a dark room by the factory supervisor. However, guesses are just guesses after all.

In the study, Li Xiu sat quietly with his slender body like a pine tree, and the brush in his hand was freely tracing and imitating on the white rice paper. The man with black spots on his body beside him spoke clearly and reported everything that happened to the young emperor today.

Li Xiu had a faint expression and did not speak. When the man said a certain sentence, he casually lifted his eyelids, narrowed his long black eyes slightly, and swept the sunlight towards the man with a bit of sharpness, "Why, the young emperor secretly poured out the medicine while the palace people were away?"

Li Xiu's tone was a bit playful, and his thin lips were curled up with a smile. It seemed that the young emperor started to act pretentiously again.

Li Xiu played with the emerald green ring, and the ink painting he drew gradually took shape. If Ye Qiqi was here, she would definitely scream. Isn't the person in the painting her? It's just that she was crying and looked so pitiful and wronged.

Li Xiu added the last stroke with satisfaction, then lifted his robe elegantly and said lazily, "Let's go, it's time to take a look at the disobedient little thing."

The man understood, bowed respectfully, and then hid in the corner with Li Xiu.

The palace servants outside the emperor's bedroom retreated respectfully when they saw Li Xiu. Li Xiu dismissed all the servants and pushed the door open alone.

He glanced around casually, and when he saw that the lush potted plants had become more lush and green because of someone's special care, he couldn't help but frown.

But when he saw the slightly arched little figure on the bed, his expression softened.

The little person in the dream was well-behaved and harmless, curled up in a small ball, with a pink little mouth opening and closing, mumbling as if talking in his sleep.

Li Xiu had good hearing, so he naturally heard the keywords with a bit of resentment: Li Xiu, big bastard! Shameless! Bully!

Really? He was talking about himself in his dream? Li Xiu smiled instead of getting angry, but his eyes were cold and stern. His cold fingertips touched the slender and fragile jade neck. As long as he exerted a little force, the person in front of him would...

Suddenly, the tightly closed water eyes suddenly opened, and Ye Qiqi, who was still drowsy, felt a chill on her neck. Her little hand subconsciously patted the big hand that disturbed her sweet dream. After a crisp sound, Ye Qiqi suddenly woke up.

"..." Ye Qiqi widened her eyes and looked at Li Xiu who came uninvited. She was absent-minded for a moment, but soon she realized that she had just been ambushed. If she was right, the man wanted to strangle her to death.

When Ye Qiqi met Li Xiu's dangerous black eyes, her guess became more and more certain. The fear that arose spontaneously made her shiver, but she tried to force a fake smile on her face and said flatteringly, "I don't know if it's my fault that the factory supervisor came here. It's my fault." After saying that

, Ye Qiqi was about to struggle to get up, but she heard a sneer of contempt, "The little emperor's smile is too fake, please don't pollute the eyes of this supervisor." Ye Qiqi gritted her

teeth in anger, but she cooperated with the smile on her face, "I don't know what the factory supervisor is here for today?" Li

Xiu did not answer. He looked at the little emperor in front of him who was wearing a white inner garment and had long hair draped over his shoulders. A hint of deep meaning flashed across his eyes, and he was cold and indifferent. His lips uttered a few words slowly, which made Ye Qiqi's back shiver, "According to the emperor's age, his body seems to be too thin."

Seeing the man's eyes constantly looking at her, Ye Qiqi subconsciously covered herself with the quilt and explained with a wry smile, "My health is too poor and I am poorly developed. The imperial physician said it has something to do with the cold in my body." Li Xiu

glanced at Ye Qiqi, whose smile was a little awkward and uncomfortable. He seemed to believe Ye Qiqi's words. He played with the jade ring in his hand and said faintly, "If that's the case, why did the emperor feed the medicine to the flower pot? In my opinion, you, the emperor, are the one who needs to grow and develop."

Ye Qiqi: ...Poor development, blame me...