Seeing that he was cute and of high status, others took the time to talk to him.
Seeing him being so unreasonable, she felt a little annoyed: "You can go wherever you want, but can you go to the Imperial Palace too, young master?"
"Shut up!" The manager who came hurriedly slapped the man in the face.
Can these servants arrange the emperor's residence?
Someone who doesn't know his place.
Several servants immediately stepped aside, and the steward lowered his head nonchalantly, looking at a frowning little face.
Her eyebrows are like green feathers, her eyelashes are thick and black, and her face is fair and rosy.
Who wouldn’t be amazed by such a beautiful child?
But the Chief Secretary of Prince Ping's Palace fell to his knees with a thud. He was sweating profusely and swallowing his saliva. "Your Majesty, no, this servant pays homage to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
It’s killing me, why did this little ancestor come to my house?
If Your Majesty hears that the little ancestor has been wronged, you will raze the entire Prince Ping's Mansion to the ground.
The little fat boy puffed up his cheeks and looked hesitant, as if he was thinking about something: "They don't know me, do you know me?"
The few people he pointed at were already trembling and kneeling on the ground.
Prince Ping's Chief Secretary didn't dare raise his head, and tremblingly said, "This servant has seen the emperor's face from afar. Your Highness and the emperor are very similar."
Seeing the Chief Secretary like this, the people who were stopping the little fat boy turned pale, as if they were about to faint at the next moment.
They seemed to see a bloody long knife that was about to chop off their heads in an instant.
"Oh, then I'll go in!" The little fat boy blinked and stepped on the threshold.
The Chief Secretary of Prince Ping collapsed to the ground, glaring viciously at the people who were not seeing the situation.
"you--"
"Your servant is here." The Chief Secretary of Prince Ping was so frightened that his soul almost flew away.
A head popped out from the door and said, "Don't hit them. They are not wrong either."
Do your job according to your position.
If you don’t recognize them, then don’t recognize them. The little fat guy doesn’t think there is anything wrong with these servants.
After he finished speaking, he ran inside, leaving a few people kneeling there, staring blankly in the direction he left.
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