Yu Fuyao picked up the sour plum on her plate and took a hard bite.

Tsk, that's sour.

Seeing that her young lady was in such a hurry to refute, Jiaoyang couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile.

"The emperor just asked me to draw up a list of concubines on the viewing platform, how do you say I can not offend people."

Yu Fu shook his fingers and touched the cover skin of the account book, pouting his lips with a depressed expression.

Jiaoyang also listened to what Gonggong Fu said when he came, so he explained, "It's not all the emperor, it's mainly the queen mother's idea." ”

Yu Fuyao rolled his eyes, and when he mentioned the Queen Mother, he felt aggrieved.

"Doesn't the Queen Mother just want the emperor to have a queen as soon as possible, so that he can become a prince?"

Her little abacus,

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