What A Good Decoy

Gu Yihan's smiling face turned cold inch by inch.

Gu Nuo'er sat on the throne, her back straight and her soft black hair tied into a small bun.

Coupled with the colorful spring clothes, she looked like a little fairy.

Her black eyes were bright. "Uncle Lu, what do you want to say? Why don't you tell me?"

Academician Lu cupped his hands and said humbly, "Your Highness's method may get State Ke's officials to farm.

"However, to put it bluntly, when one is far away from the authority, the powers will not intervene. That group of officials will think of all sorts of ways to slack off. This plan will instead be a form of harm to the commoners."

When the officials heard this, they remained silent.

Gu Yihan's expression was already very grim.

His daughter was only six or seven years old, yet she could come up with such an idea. It was fine if Academician Lu didn't praise her, but he actually refuted her.