"Control the emperor to order the lords?"
Little Kingfisher sneered disdainfully: "He's an old bag of bones, but he still dares to think about it!"
"Sigh."
Lin Qingluo sighed softly: "Yixuan must feel terrible being wronged and scolded, right?"
"Well, he's not too bad."
Little Kingfisher offered a rare fair evaluation: "This child has a kind heart and has suffered a lot in the past two years. His temperament has become much more subdued. He didn't even bother to argue with Duanhui and just walked away."
"I have to protect Jinhao and Jinlei tonight, so I can't get away."
Lin Qingluo's heart sank: "You go to the Imperial Palace and remind Baoya to watch over Yixuan. The dispute over imperial power has nothing to do with him, and we must not let him get involved again and get hurt."
"Alright then."
Little Kingfisher was eager to have fun at the Imperial Palace and readily agreed.
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