Qu Tan'er didn't ask again, her brow furrowing in thought.
"Eighth Sister-in-law? What are you thinking about?"
Mo Jingxuan leaned forward, waving his hand in front of Qu Tan'er's eyes several times.
Qu Tan'er came to her senses, "If I want to see the Emperor… my father, is there a chance?"
"You want to see father?"
"Yes."
"Wait a bit, father has been busy lately and he seems to be in a bad mood."
"..." Qu Tan'er pursed her lips, it would be strange if it improved.
She had originally wanted to use her inexplicable identity to meet the Emperor, but eventually decided against it.
It was an identity that didn't belong to her and she herself felt somewhat uneasy and anxious using it.
If she didn't really encounter an insoluble problem, she wouldn't want to pull it out.
Unintentionally, Mo Jingxuan looked towards the door, time oh… it flies so fast.
