"Alas, if the Empress Dowager were not His Majesty's own mother, perhaps His Majesty wouldn't always be oppressed by the word 'filial'!"
Feigning unconsciousness, Zheng Nianer muttered softly.
"What? Nianer, what did you say?"
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener took it to heart. Zheng Nianer's whisper greatly shook Emperor Yongcheng.
"... I, I didn't say anything!"
Zheng Nianer deliberately pretended to be scared.
She looked at Emperor Yongcheng timidly, then suddenly seemed to make up her mind, leaned closer, and said mysteriously: "Erlang, let me tell you a story."
A story?
What does that mean?
Emperor Yongcheng had no idea what remedy his little best friend was selling.
But, when he heard a folk tale called "Dragon Robe" from Zheng Nianer's mouth, doubt filled his eyes, and his heart seemed to be in turmoil.
His face was clouded over, and he wandered around the hall like a mindless donkey.
Occasionally, he looked at Zheng Nianer with deep and probing eyes.
