Even considering the face of the Dingbei Marquis Mansion, the Emperor seems overly lenient with this playboy.
The Crown Prince looked suspiciously at Sixth Master Gu.
Qin Jijiu was secretly anxious, winking at Sixth Master Gu, but Sixth Master Gu was only focused on talking to the Emperor.
"Your subject shall remember deeply, not daring to forget."
Hearing this, the Emperor gently stroked the three strands of his beard by his lips, smiling: "Very good, very good. The family tradition of poetry and books can continue for generations. If your father knew from the afterlife, he would be at ease."
It was meant to be words of encouragement, but it sounded inexplicably strange. Qin Yuan blinked.
Prince Qi glanced at Old Wang, and Old Wang understood. Before Sixth Master Gu could speak again, he said, "Emperor, it's getting late, we should also head back. The students from the Imperial College are still waiting to send you off."
