When Nanny Qi returned, he had just seen the two hastily agreeing on their story. Following that, Nanny Qi quietly went back to her own room, pretending she had never left.
There was no choice, as Master Lian was no longer easy to deceive. Actually, she had become smarter, so they could only resort to this trick.
In any case, His Majesty's stalling tactic was very effective.
His eyebrows were lifted with delight, and upon hearing someone calling him, he responded loudly, "Got it."
As he spoke, he walked into the Side Hall, bowed, and asked, "Your Majesty, Master Lian, what are your orders?"
The Emperor's voice was indifferent, "Was it you who mentioned that eating with poetry makes the meal more enjoyable for me?"
Zhang Qing was startled. What was this about? Even with his cunning, he could not grasp the point of this inexplicable statement.
And His Majesty did not seem inclined to give him any hints. His tone was very subdued, showing no discernible attitude.
