"Father Emperor, you once asked me at a palace banquet if I had someone I favored to become my mother."
Emperor Wu Su said, "That did happen."
The little fellow's eyes were dark and pure as he said in a crisp voice, "I was wrong."
Emperor Wu Su understood what he meant. He raised an eyebrow and was just about to speak.
The sound of two voices came from the doorway.
The Emperor's gaze shifted to the entrance of the hall, and Yuan Heng couldn't help but turn to look as well.
At the entrance, Ji Qingwu saw Yuan Heng's small form kneeling on the cold flagstones, while Emperor Wu Su sat high above on the Dragon Chair.
She asked anxiously, "Eunuch Li, did Yuan Heng do something wrong?"
Li Yuzong knew the Emperor was in a good mood and probably wouldn't punish the little prince, but he couldn't be certain.
He replied vaguely, "Miss Ji, this old servant is not sure. Perhaps you should go in and ask for yourself?"
