Fortunately, just as Lin Yi's words fell, the young Emperor swiftly stood up and strode out.
One could tell from his dragon-like stride and tiger-like step that he was full of spirit at the moment.
No wonder he acted this way; after years of suppression, he was nearly on the verge of collapsing.
Now that he had turned the tables, how could this girl, barely in her twenties, not be excited?
Seeing the shocked expressions of these ministers,
Lin Yi naturally did not dare to linger and, with metaphorical grease on his heels, hurriedly followed the young Emperor.
In the Imperial Study Room, only they, Lin Yi and the young Emperor, were inside by the Emperor's gesture.
This prompted the young Emperor, who had been holding back his excitement, to burst out in hearty laughter.
Watching the girl laugh so joyfully, Lin Yi inexplicably stepped forward and gently hugged her into his arms.
With Lin Yi's movement, the young Emperor's laughter came to an abrupt halt.
