Wang Liyao was both amused and helpless.
It's often said that as people age, they become more childlike and more capricious. But saying such things about giving someone a hard time to her, Your Majesty, is indeed somewhat... mischievous...
"Liyao, you must be inwardly mocking me," Emperor Longchang said with a smile, "You have such an ethereal presence and speak so straightforwardly, without any detours, yet in the end, you're just as mundane. I've been Emperor for over three thousand years, and historians record everything. Now that I'm still alive, no one dares to speak up."
"When I'm dead, the empire will see a new generation replace the old. By then, if people praise me, I can't crawl out of my coffin to live a few more years. If they scold me, I can't crawl out to bash them. Do you think this pretense has any meaning?"
Wang Liyao was at a loss for words.
Your Majesty, you're making too much sense, I find myself speechless.
