"Alright, little Ji Ji."
"..."
The Empress's face turned red with anger.
How could this nickname sound more and more ridiculous with each call!
If others knew she called a child who was only about 1.3 meters tall and looked ten years old her great-grandfather, they'd definitely consider her a lunatic!
But who would have thought that this seemingly ten-year-old child was actually three hundred years old?
Indra yawned, his eyes sleepy, as he lazily asked, "Why are you so angry in the middle of the night?"
The Empress didn't dwell on the nickname and instead shoved a piece of paper at him angrily: "Great-grandfather, look at this!"
Indra took the paper, took a focused look, and then sobered up slightly, saying sternly, "Ji'er, I told you a few years ago to be more ladylike and not immerse yourself in martial arts and training all day. You should learn to do laundry and cook, and curb that temper. Now look, you finally got married, only to be divorced..."
