When Mr. Gu saw Mei Wanying and Ling in the Imperial Study Room, he was taken aback. Ling was being held by the Emperor, sitting on the Imperial Throne, and was even scribbling randomly on Xuan paper with the Imperial Brush.
Mr. Gu felt as if his old eyes were deceiving him.
He knew very well just how cold and heartless his nephew could be.
But at this moment, his expression was gentle, his eyes held a faint smile, and he was completely relaxed—a stark contrast to the cold, stern Emperor of the imperial court.
To just let a child cause such a ruckus...
A strange thought crossed Mr. Gu's mind: the word "gentle."
'But... can that word really be associated with the Emperor?'
Not wanting to intrude on their conversation, Mei Wanying said, "I'm going to take a walk outside."
Pei Yan took her by the wrist and urged, "Don't go far. I'll bring Lingling to find you in a little while."
