Bai Ruozhu couldn't help but roll her eyes—what did Lin Cairen think she was, thinking she was as soft and easily manipulated as persimmon pulp?
"Lin Cairen's lesson couldn't come at a worse time," Bai Ruozhu said with a smile at Lin Cairen, "I've received an Imperial Decree to go to the Imperial Study Room and must not delay." "It's not that I don't respect Lin Cairen, but you can't be more important than the Emperor, can you? You dare to keep the Emperor waiting—I certainly do not. So, please excuse me."
Lin Cairen's face turned extremely ugly, her teeth clenched several times, but she forcibly held back.
Using the Emperor to press her, Lin Cairen really couldn't say anything to refute; otherwise, it would be seen as disrespecting the Emperor. If someone with an agenda heard it, it could greatly disadvantage her.
But Lin Cairen, thinking of what that person had instructed her to do, turned her eyes, beckoning a maid to block Bai Ruozhu's way.