Wen Yi's already dark, square face darkened even more on the spot. Unwilling to exchange another word with this brat Wenren Yu, Wen Yi didn't even turn around.
Pretending not to hear Wenren Yu's words, he flicked his wide court robe sleeves and strode away.
"Tsk tsk tsk, General, why did you leave like this? Alas, you must have been too stressed, your hearing is failing."
Wenren Yu spoke the last sentence exceptionally loudly, as if afraid that Wen Yi wouldn't hear it.
Those ministers were all trembling with fear; General Wen and the Prime Minister were like two gods fighting.
These lowly soldiers and generals were lucky if they weren't caught in the crossfire; they wouldn't dare to say anything and get involved.
Wenren Yu withdrew his gaze from Wen Yi and looked at the several trembling, apprehensive ministers.
On her face, which resembled a painted portrait, her eyebrows were slightly raised, and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye became even more striking with the movement of Wenren Yu's raised eyebrows.
The ministers lowered their heads even further, but fortunately, Wenren Yu showed no intention of speaking to them.
He glanced at it only once before turning his gaze away and striding towards the Hall of Diligent Governance, leaving the ministers with a dashing and debonair silhouette.
The officials and ministers knew in their hearts that this morning's court session would certainly not be peaceful.
**
Meanwhile, on the other side...
In Nan Rong Jinghua's courtyard, as instructed by Nan Rong Jinghua, no one in the mansion dared to disturb her at this moment.
The courtyard is planted with lush bamboo, which, together with the ingeniously crafted rockery and flowing water, creates a unique and beautiful scene.
When Helian Mousi first saw it, the little boy exclaimed "Wow!" in amazement.
What Helian Mou Sisi found even more amazing was that, despite the absence of ice to cool down the Master's courtyard, it didn't feel hot.
This struck Helian Mou Sisi as incredibly novel; it was practically a living, breathing air-conditioned room, the kind where you wouldn't feel dry even after staying there for a long time.
Right now, Nan Rong Jinghua is in the study, holding an ink brush and painting on rice paper.
And Helian Mou Sisi, the tiny little person, lay beside Nanrong Jinghua, his fluffy little head...
She rested her head on a small jade pillow, and in her chubby little white hands, she held a storybook, reading it with great interest.
Sometimes when she sees something interesting, she'll giggle and laugh, her little white feet dangling.
At these moments, the curve of Nan Rong Jinghua's lips would rise even higher.
Occasionally, he would pause writing, gently pat the little girl's head, and his gaze beneath the long silk robe was always so tender and affectionate.
Helian Mousisi, on the surface, seemed unchanged, still happily looking at the comic book in his hand.
But only Sisi herself knew that her heart felt like it was being tickled by a soft feather, a tingling and numb sensation, and the little deer living in her heart was running wildly.
Luckily, her skin was thicker than the city walls of Bei Yin, otherwise, her blushing face would have been quite a sight.
Who knows, she might embarrass herself again, bringing shame to a five-year-old child—no, to the titles of "scumbag woman" and "player."
After all, as a fully-fledged, unmistakably scummy woman, and a player whose journey is to the stars and the sea,
It's embarrassing to be flirted with by someone else and have your heart flutter or your face turn red.
She, she, she, she, she doesn't want to be embarrassed! She, she, she, she, she is a cute little girl who aspires to have a harem of three thousand handsome men!
Stay calm, we can win!
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