The night was cool as water.
Li Chengyuan led the noble ladies up to the pavilion, where they could vaguely see figures bustling on the opposite bank.
"Prince Seven has already arranged for people on the other side of the river; they will put on a fireworks show for everyone soon,"
Li Chengyuan explained to everyone, her peripheral vision constantly searching for Li Chengxiang's figure, yet she couldn't find him anywhere.
Who knows where he has snuck off to slack again!
Li Chengyuan harbored a bellyful of fire inside.
It seems that the lessons given were still not enough.
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The Emperor had just seen off a group of ministers pleading desperately for their lives, his head aching to split, when Zhang Lanyi chose that moment to walk in.
She naturally extended her hand to massage his scalp.
"Does it feel more soothing now?" Over the years, Zhang Lanyi had become very familiar with the Emperor's preferred strength of massage.