Li Qingmu the Little Emperor walked along the long path of the Imperial Garden, a gust of wind blew, and waves of floral fragrance drifted over.
He took a breath, rubbed his nose, then sneezed.
"Your Majesty, the smell of these flowers is not good for you, let's take a detour!"
The eunuch behind him quickly suggested.
The Little Emperor had a floral allergy, and generally, he was not allowed to come this way, but this time he still ventured over.
Rubbing his nose, he said, "These flowers smell good, and I like them!"
What a willful emperor!
The palace maids and eunuchs following behind showed a hint of disdain in their eyes.
This revealed that the Little Emperor had many of Rong Si's people arranged around him. No wonder he had to pretend to be incompetently lazy in front of them.
Upon reaching his residence, Qianyang Palace, Li Qingmu cheered merrily, dashed inside, then kicked off his shoes and hat, and scrambled onto the bed.
