Although he said it was okay, Shen Wangchen’s lips were still burned red.
Li Shengyi jumped off the chair and ran to him. After confirming that there were no blisters in his mouth, she ran back to sit next to her father.
"I'm glad you're alright. You're welcome, Uncle Shen. My good intentions are just words."
Shen Wangchen: ...
Shen Wangchen was a little bit amused and helpless.
He had clearly run to me just a moment ago to check if I was burned.
The next moment he said that his concern was just lip service.
Where on earth did this funny guy come from? He is so interesting.
The recent matters have been almost arranged, and now it is the hour of Xu, so Qin Songmo immediately asked people to leave.
Today, Shen Wangchen was touched by Li Shengyi's cuteness and was amused by Li Shengyi. For a moment, he was reluctant to leave.
"Sir, don't you have to attend the morning court tomorrow? If you want to go to the palace to look for the twelfth prince, Wangchen can accompany you."
"What's more, on a dark and windy night, when murders and arson are taking place, Wangchen, a young man, is walking on the street. Aren't you afraid that Wangchen might be in danger?"
Facing Shen Wangchen's pretending to be weak, Qin Songmo did not answer.
Others don't understand Shen Wangchen, how could he not understand?
Although he has a baby face, Shen Wangchen, who is already in his twenties, is only slightly weaker in martial arts than Meng Jiuan.
Although he is well-read, he always speaks with his fists, and he only pretends to do so in front of his little daughter.
Qin Songmo pursed his thin lips and narrowed his eyes as he looked at Shen Wangchen, who had been by his side for many years.
"You'd better just want to escort Sheng Yi into the palace."
Shen Wangchen smiled sincerely. He clasped his fists and bowed, then said with a smile, "Of course."
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