The crowd looked curiously and fearfully at this emperor with a face as calm as water. As he approached step by step, people hurriedly moved aside.
Qi Yun came to the pile of jewelry and bent down to personally pick up a flower hairpin, which made Chen Zhong beside him extremely anxious; such matters should be handled by him.
But when he saw the hairpin, he was slightly stunned and gradually lowered his head.
Fortunately, he didn't intervene, otherwise, the Emperor's wrath would not have been a matter of jest.
Qi Yun picked up the hairpin, his gaze growing deep, then raised his head to look at the embarrassed palace maid, and said lightly, "Where did you get this item from?"
"I... I... I don't know..."
The palace maid said fearfully.
Qi Yun's eyes were icy: "Don't know? Then where did you steal it from?"
"I... I..."
