"Your Majesty, I would like to see you, the Protector of the Dharma."
A little demon ran in and lowered his head to report.
Yue Wushang sat up lazily: "Let him come in!"
With a wave of his hand, the eight dancing witches retreated silently.[
The orchestra fluttered in.
Looking at the light purple and thick purple color in this room, he rubbed his forehead slightly.
"Um - Your Majesty, can you change it to a different color? Are you tired of purple every day?"
Yue Wushang glanced at him sideways: "Lechi, you didn't come here just to criticize my taste, right?"
Lechi smiled bitterly: "Of course not. I'm here to tell you some bad news."
Yue Wushang raised his eyebrows: "What's the news?"
Lechi looked at him and sighed: "Everyone has been returned! There is nothing left."
What?
Yue Wushang frowned slightly and looked at him unkindly: "You want them to say it was from me?"
Yuechi spread his hands: "How dare I? I bear this title myself. But they don't appreciate it at all! Not only was the food taken back, but the people were also given back! Even the girl Xi'er was kicked out by her
Got it!"
Yue Wushang froze slightly, a thin layer of anger on his brows.
The wine glass in his hand was crushed to pieces with a 'pop'.
"What does she want to do?!"
"What do you want to do? I won't accept your love. Your Majesty, do you still care about her?"
A flash of worry flashed in Lechi's eyes.
Yue Wushang snorted: "Why do I care about her anymore? If it weren't for Beibei, I would have killed her long ago!"
Lechi sighed: "Then why did the king send people to deliver supplements to her? He also sent four more maids. I remember that even Princess Ziying only had two personal maids back then, right?"