The Fourth Master looked over, her expression slightly reproachful, but still spoiled.
Today she wore a snow-white jacket embroidered with silver entwined floral patterns, paired with peach-red traditional attire.
She spoke to him in a delicate and charming manner.
Such a Little Fox should not be burdened with worldly affairs.
She is meant to be raised exquisitely, given whatever she wants, and allowed to play as she pleases.
If she doesn't want to manage affairs, she shouldn't have to; if she wants to be bold, she should be allowed to be bold.
The Fourth Master thought, lowering his head to lift her chin: "How could I let you suffer any grievance? You can do whatever you want."
Ye Zao smiled, then raised her head to kiss the Fourth Master's hand: "Our Emperor is the best."
The Fourth Master's fingers seemed scalded, suddenly retracting, and then he leaned down to kiss her lips.
This fox is truly enticing.
