The words had already reached this point, and Jinrong naturally understood that the emperor was telling him: I've already figured out the whole story.
The problem is, this kind of conversation doesn't seem suitable for confessing everything; it would be too abrupt and embarrassing.
Jinrong looked at the emperor with some conflict: "Imperial Father, if you have anything to say, just instruct me directly. Your son really can't grasp your intention." If you want your son to confess, then at least give him a dignified way to do so.
Without any signal, if he, a dignified prince, confessed everything out of fear, it would be too humiliating. It would seem as if he had no backbone.
Damn it! This boy, when he's slippery, he's extremely slippery; even when direct, he's still slippery, and at this moment, he's still plotting in his mind.
