"It's Ling'er!" Ji Wenchang hasn't actually fallen asleep. Recently, he was upset about Danxuan's disappearance of Longji Ridge.

Li Zhongxian quickly knelt on the ground and asked for guilt: "Holy Lord, Her Royal Highness burst in, the old slave really can't stop it..."

"Okay..." The emperor's eyebrows wrinkled and slowly rose; two palace maids draped a yellow robe over the emperor.

"Father Emperor, son ministers have something to ask you?" Ji Ling knelt down very formally and stared at Emperor Wenchang.

The emperor naturally knew his own precious daughter very well. When he saw how Ji Ling looked, he had guessed about it.

"You all step down..." The emperor slowly...