"Ah——" As he thought, his eyes suddenly hurt, and a fist was already punched.
He jumped up suddenly, covering one eye with one hand, and pointed at Bei Yue with one hand, "Hey Bei Yue, don't take my tolerance of you as arrogance."
"Huh, you can't talk about him anyway."
"you......."
"The Emperor has arrived——"
As soon as the bright yellow voice stepped into the bedroom, he couldn't help but be stunned by the sight in front of him, and then smiled knowingly.
"Yue'er." His tone was helpless and doting.
Bei Yue's nose felt sour, she turned around, ran to the bed and lay down on her stomach.
Bei Xuanming lowered his little head respectfully, "Father, I will take my leave first."
Beidi nodded and said: "Ming'er, Yue'er is your sister, please give her some grace."
"yes."
Although Bei Xuanming said yes, for some reason, when he heard the word sister, he suddenly felt a sense of resistance in his heart.
But without thinking much, he backed away.
Bei Yue pulled the quilt and covered her whole body, arching her body angrily.
Beidi sat down by the bed, smiled and gently pulled Bei Yue's quilt, "Do you want to suffocate yourself to death? Do you want me to feel bad?"
I just want you to feel pain, even if it hurts you to death.
Bei Yue still didn't answer.
Beidi sighed, "Yue'er, it's really inappropriate for you to say that kind of thing on that occasion today. Is this why you are at odds with your father?"
Even if it wasn't appropriate, her father had never spoken to her like that, which made her feel even more aggrieved.
But Bei Yue knew that now was not a good time to get into trouble. She had to ask Bei Di for what was on her mind.
Bei Yue slowly poked his head out and looked at Bei Di with his two dark round eyes.
"Father, if my daughter really likes Qi Xuanzuo, just give it to me."
"Nonsense." Beidi frowned, "He is the prince of a country, and he is not an object. How can he give it to you?"
"Then... then if you let him stay with me, won't he have to live here anyway?"
Something strange flashed across Beidi's eyes quickly, but looking at Bei Yue, what could a seven-year-old girl understand?