He tilted his head to the side and shot a glance at Su Jiao, then asked coldly: "Minister Su, what is the meaning of this?"
Su Zhizhan cupped his hands and bowed, "Reporting to Your Highness, my daughter is only mischievous enough to teach you a lesson."
Gu Ruoyun made a gesture with her hand, and Su Mingyu obediently bent down.
She extended her slender fingers that were as white as porcelain joints, and lightly rubbed the red marks on Su Mingyu's face. Gu Ruoyun's eyes were filled with ice and displeasure: "Minister Su, you can educate your children, but you're so indiscriminate, aren't you a little too biased?"
Su Zheng's throat moved slightly. "Your Highness..." You know about it too? "
Gu Ruoyun cast a contemptuous glance at him: "Today, Miss Su Yue went to the Sinan Pavilion and caused a ruckus. I'm afraid it would be hard for this duke to not know about it."