"I didn't!" As soon as she finished speaking, Sang Mumu shouted back defiantly, "Daddy, Mumu didn't! This auntie is lying! Mumu doesn't like her! Mumu is so scared! Why is she yelling at us? What does this little bastard mean, Daddy!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the air around Long Jingchen seemed to drop several degrees.
He snatched his clothes from Consort Li's hands, picked up Mumu, and sat down on the upper floor, looking at Consort Li. He coldly said, "She's just a four-year-old child. Could she possibly frame you?"
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" Consort Li panicked at the sight of Long Jingchen's posture. She crawled and knelt to his side, gasping for breath, and said, "Your Majesty, everything I said is true! Everyone present saw it. It was that little...little palace maid who hit me! You won't stand up for me, and you even doubt me! I don't want to live anymore!"
As she spoke, her eyes darted around, as if searching for a place to crash into and die.
He then fixed his gaze on a pillar in Chengshun Hall, got up, and rammed his head against the pillar.
Fortunately, his personal maid, Xiao Cai, pulled her back in time.
Xiao Cai hugged him tightly, crying and calling out, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, what are you doing? Why are you doing this? Why should you bear the consequences of other people's mistakes?"
"No! Xiao Cai, let me go! The Emperor doesn't believe me, what's the point of me living?!" she said, and was about to ram herself against the pillar again.
"Wah!" Sang Mumu, who was sitting in Long Jingchen's arms, suddenly burst into tears: "Daddy, Daddy, Mumu is so scared, what is this auntie doing?"
She buried her head in Long Jingchen's arms while crying.
Long Jingchen covered his eyes and said softly, "Isn't Mumu afraid of having a father?"
Sang Chaochao: ...
She stood calmly beside Sang Jiang and took her hand.
Sang Mumu has always been fearless, so why would she be afraid of her hitting a pillar? She just wants things to get bigger and more heated.
Moreover, he realized that Consort Li was merely bluffing and had no real intention of actually going to attack.
But the tyrant was exactly susceptible to her charms.
behave in a spoiled manner?
Sang Chaochao imagined herself acting coquettishly and immediately shook her head.
That's terrifying! He must have been poisoned by the tyrant. How could he possibly think of acting cute in front of a tyrant?
He looked up at Sang Jiang, pursed his lips and smiled slightly. Mother is the best, so fragrant and soft.
"You speak!" Long Jingchen ignored everyone else and looked directly at Yang Qi beside him.
Yang Qi tightened his grip on the whisk in his hand, walked up to Long Jingchen, and said softly, "Your Majesty, Consort Li did indeed say that the little prince and the little princess are bastards, and Sanyoumu did indeed hit Consort Li."
“Sanyoumu?” Long Jingchen murmured.
He rarely paid attention to anyone, but this was someone Yang Qi mentioned frequently, and every time he mentioned her, it was related to their daily lives, which made it hard for him not to overthink it.
When Sang Jiang heard Yang Qi say that, she subconsciously lowered her head, afraid that Long Jingchen would notice her.
Long Jingchen's gaze followed Sang Chaochao's.
When he saw Sang Chaochao and Sang Jiang holding hands tightly, he couldn't help but frown.
It seems like Miyuki is paying too much attention to mornings and evenings.
"Come here!" he commanded Sang Jiang with an unquestionable air.
Sang Jiang's heart jumped into her throat instantly...
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