Lian Changhe straightened up, his expression slightly more at ease, seeing now that the Son of Heaven was reasonable.
He politely thanked him and then looked at Lian Hua with eyes full of urgency.
The Emperor noticed all this, his heart involuntarily feeling cold. What would his Little Concubine think if her father disapproved of them?
The atmosphere was somewhat strange at that moment. Lian Hua looked at the Emperor, then at her father, after glancing around, she quietly scratched the Emperor's palm with her hand, nodded seriously at him, and then let go.
A warm current rushed into the Emperor's heart, dispelling the chill. He watched as Lian Changhe carefully protected Lian Hua, pulling her to the side of the front hall behind the curtain, sneakily like a thief, inexplicably bringing a sense of humor that was hard to suppress.
