"Wow, Yangxin Hall, isn't this the place where the Emperor... likes to stay?" Chen Muxue almost slipped and called the Emperor an old man.
Yu Yan glanced at Chen Muxue: "When you're in front of the Emperor, don't speak."
Chen Muxue inexplicably felt targeted.
"Hmm... Ah!" Lin Qing, who was floating mid-air, gradually woke up. Startled, he fell to the ground, landing solidly on his rear, and painfully jumped up again only to realize he was in a completely new place.
"Where is this?" Lin Qing asked, catching Yu Yan's gaze. He shivered, immediately following up, "Who am I? What year and month is it now?"
"Fool." Yu Yan withdrew his gaze.
Lin Qing silently praised himself for his wit. Look at his convincing acting; isn't he deceiving this eunuch? Well, he truly is remarkable.
"Cough cough... Get out! The soup I drink has to have bitter herbs. I think you've all lived too long! Go, chop off the head of the one who made the soup today!"
