"Your Majesty, it seems unlikely that the little princess can sit on the dragon throne with you; that would be unreasonable."
"I have heard that Fang Li, the Minister of Rites, is an official of the Ministry of Rites who does not set a good example and uses vulgar language."
"Minister Tang, do you agree with what I said?"
In the Tang Dynasty, upon hearing their name called, they would step forward, holding up their official tablet.
He glanced at Fang Li and said without hesitation, "This humble subject also feels that the Minister of Rites should familiarize himself with etiquette."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "Otherwise, when envoys from other countries visit, the Minister of Rites and his entourage might say that our great Donglan is actually a barbarian land."
As soon as Tang finished speaking, he saw Fang Li staring at him with wide eyes and an open mouth, but Tang acted as if he couldn't see him and returned to his position.
Fang Li was still there, in disbelief that "that old dog Tang actually impeached me," when he heard Qin Jue's voice.
"I think Minister Tang is absolutely right. In that case... Minister of Rites Fang Li should copy the Book of Rites one hundred times and memorize it."
After Qin Jue finished speaking, the little bundle in his arms giggled and clapped his hands, expressing his agreement with his father through his laughter and clapping.
"Your humble servant obeys the decree," he could only bitterly accept the punishment.
Fang Li was filled with regret and bitterness. He thought to himself, "Why did I have to be so foolish as to offend His Majesty's most beloved little princess?"
Isn't this just asking for trouble?
The little dumpling stared wide-eyed at Fang Li below, no longer clapping, but holding out one little hand, as if pointing at Fang Li.
"Pfft..." (Stupid)
"Ugh... *spits out*" "He's stupid."
When Qin Jue heard the little dumpling in his arms call Fang Li stupid, he chuckled and pinched the little dumpling's cheek. The little dumpling stuck out its tongue, smearing Qin Jue's hand with saliva.
Fang Li looked up and saw the little princess smiling at him and sticking out her little tongue. He was immediately charmed by her cuteness.
The little princess is definitely cuter than my son. From now on, if anyone speaks ill of her, I'll be the first to disagree.
"My beloved ministers, do you have anything to report?"
The ministers below, watching the little princess being held by His Majesty and seated on the dragon throne, also wanted to speak.
But thinking of Fang Li being punished, everyone gave up the idea of speaking.
This little bundle of joy is no big deal to sit on for a bit, especially since it's His Majesty holding and sitting on him. If His Majesty doesn't care, why should I? Isn't this just making things difficult for myself?
After that, the ministers began to state the matters they wanted to report one by one.
When one of the ministers was halfway through speaking, Qin Jue stopped him. The minister looked up, puzzled.
Then they saw that the little princess in His Majesty's arms had fallen asleep. His Majesty held the little princess tighter and then asked Sanhezi to bring a small blanket to cover her up.
After it was covered, their attention shifted back to the ministers below.
"Keep your voices down, don't disturb the little princess's sleep."
The ministers below lowered their voices considerably during their subsequent reports.
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