After a bout of inner struggle, Little Ling'Er, seeming worried that the Empress Dowager might come over, finally mustered her courage. In a voice only she could hear, she whispered, "Brother Qin Yu, why were you unwilling to hold me when the Empress Dowager asked you to yesterday?"
Having said that, Little Ling'Er appeared as if she had been drained of strength, but she still held onto a hope and looked at Qin Yu.
"Hmm?!"
Qin Yu was completely stunned.
He had not expected Little Ling'Er to suddenly ask such a question.
Throughout his interactions with this princess, he had never harbored any other thoughts.
It wasn't entirely due to her status; rather, she was like a dainty, exquisite doll that didn't stir any desire to harm her.
He could only hold her in his palm, afraid that she might get hurt.
Moreover, from their first meeting to now, Little Ling'Er had never shown any airs of a princess in front of him.
