Yun Jiao's mind stalled for a second, and she asked gravely:
"Chief, can you pretend you were never here?"
"Little Mistress, please don't make it difficult for this servant."
"Chief Su, you don't understand, the Emperor is making it difficult for me, so I just have to turn around and make it difficult for you. You won't blame me, right?"
"Look at what the Little Mistress is saying, how can it be that the master makes things difficult for a servant? Nevertheless, the Emperor also has a decree; if Consort Xi doesn't want to write, she shall be summoned to Qiankun Palace to accompany the Emperor, who will then urge the Little Mistress."
Su Yinglu smiled with an innocent face.
He didn't feel like the Emperor was troubling Consort Xi; this was clearly giving her an opportunity to accompany him in the palace, as long as she said she didn't want to write.
Speaking of which, the other day when she was punished to kneel by the Empress, Yun Jiao indeed had thoughts of vying for favor.
