When Ye Yuan and Ji Liancheng heard Leng Yu Yan's pseudonym, their hearts tensed up.
"It is indeed Li Yu," Ji Qingyu said calmly.
The Emperor laughed, "You boy are quite sentimental. Tell me, whom did this Li Yu marry?"
Ji Qingyu smiled warmly and waved his hand, "Married a foolish son of a landlord."
Ye Yuan and Ji Liancheng's hearts jumped to their throats.
Their son really dared to speak.
Does he want to live?
The Emperor suddenly frowned, "How can you not even compare to a landlord's foolish son?"
Truly useless!
After a brief pause, he asked, "Your family holds three noble titles, yet can't compare to a landlord's house?"
Ji Qingyu snatched a wine pot from the palace maid, poured himself a drink, and was about to respond when Ye Jiu interrupted, "Brother, I toast to you."
She was truly afraid her son would continue speaking and lose his life.
The Emperor glanced at Ji Qingyu, clinked his cup lightly with Ye Jiu's, but did not drink.
