The Good-Tempered Tenth Prince Flies Into Rage

When Gu Nuo'er woke up, the morning court session had already ended. Ye Siming had already set off with the city patrol guards.

She heard that Ye Siming was going to check if there were many bad people trying to enter the capital.

Gu Nuo'er rested her chin on her small hand, her big black eyes sparkling.

"Uh… Will Elder Brother Siming remember to bring me something fun to play with?"

Four days. Then she would obediently wait for him to come back!

The child quickly got over it and slipped out of the imperial study to play, leaving her father alone in front of a pile of memorials.

In the Chengqian Hall, the tenth prince, Gu Ziliang, was listening to the rain while copying words.

Master Tao sat on a chair not far away and rested his head on his hand to take a nap.

After Gu Nuo'er scolded him last time, he didn't dare to let the tenth prince copy the Analects of Confucius anymore.