Li Qingmu's hand holding the brush paused slightly, and he fell into silence.
"Your Majesty, I have spoken too much! Slap!"
Chen Liu quickly asked for forgiveness and slapped himself on the face.
Li Qingmu gently shook his head, his deep gaze directed toward the direction of the Golden Hall where the court politics were discussed. In recent days, there had already been some dissatisfaction with his situation in the court, even a bit expressed in the memorials being written.
What will happen at tomorrow's early court session?
Li Qingmu curled his lips into a teasing smile.
"Your Majesty, how about tonight... should we go to Zhaoming Palace?"
This Chen Liu was also clever, knowing that it was impossible for Li Qingmu to visit the Empress's Kunyue Palace, so he asked about Zhaoming Palace instead!
Li Qingmu hesitated for a moment, he really wanted to go, especially to savor the presence of his little wife, but he couldn't go just yet.
