Like This Fragile Little Milk Bun

Lord Xue immediately felt a bone-piercing coldness and shudder running down from his head to toe.

It forced his legs to keep trembling. In the end, he lay on the ground and kowtowed. "This subject will remember Your Majesty's teachings!"

This was the emperor warning Lord Xue.

The officials were all puzzled. Why did the emperor change his style of killing people so easily this time and choose to give them a sinister hint instead?

However, the current situation made people even more afraid.

In the carriage, Gu Nuo'er was lying on the soft cushion like a kitten, sleeping sweetly.

Ye Siming looked at her many times and took out a package of wax paper.

After opening it with his long and slender fingers, a sweet fragrance immediately wafted out.

"Oh?" Gu Nuo'er sniffed and opened her eyes in a daze. She sat up. "What's that smell? It smells so good."