Just as he reached the outer room, Yangyang in the inner room called out again.
"You can't touch that painting either. It's an ancient relic from the previous dynasty, a reward from the Emperor when my brother and I were named. If it gets damaged, you're doomed."
Listening to Little Yangyang calling out like that from the inner room, the adults sitting outside accompanying Prince Le for tea all chuckled quietly.
This kid is clever and a real troublemaker.
And the people inside were left speechless, just twitching at the corners of their mouths; his hand hadn't even touched the painting, come on.
So they had no choice but to look at other things. The prince had ordered them to even knock on the floors here.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" The guard who went to look at the paintings had just crouched down when Yangyang's magical voice rang again. He thought Yangyang was calling him and hurriedly looked up.
But as soon as he looked up, he saw a horrifying scene.
