It's all He Yunxiao's fault!
Meng Qingqian was so angry that she wrote with much more force. Judging from her murderous handwriting, it wasn't hard to imagine that another minister would be spending a sleepless night in fear. The minister never imagined that the princess's murderous reply wasn't actually a deliberate attempt to target him, but simply because she was angered by that scoundrel of a man.
Just as Meng Qingqian was repeatedly whipping He Yunxiao's corpse, an inconspicuous little bird flew in through the window and landed on her table, standing quietly.
This little bird is also the only one in the Imperial Palace that can fly into Nagaga Palace.
Because it was a gift from He Yunxiao.
Meng Qingqian watched the red whistle bird land on the table, and she became even angrier. She didn't need to look to know what message He Yunxiao had brought her.
It's nothing more than those few sentences.
Meng Qingqian was focused on handling political affairs, so she ignored the red whistle and concentrated on replying to the memorials.
The red whistle bird was quiet and still, standing on the table looking left and right, occasionally pecking at the surface. I didn't know if it was hungry or what.
Ever since the Red Sentinel arrived, Meng Qingqian had been itching to get involved. Although she wanted to focus on political affairs, she couldn't concentrate. Her speed in reviewing memorials plummeted.
She looked at the red whistle with resentment, as if the red whistle were someone else.
With a sigh, Meng Qingqian took out a delicate little box, sprinkled a handful of millet on the table, and then removed the letter from the bird's leg.
Upon opening it, her usually indifferent face flushed uncontrollably with embarrassment.
“Mengbao, I miss you, mua! (*╯3╰) ”
That bastard!
Meng Qingqian blushed and gritted her teeth.
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