The Past Life 122 

"That's right. It is not Qingya's fault. It must be a misunderstanding. It is Little Nine. It is all her doing!"

This sentence made the emperor's head hurt. His face was pale, and his gaze was filled with panic.

This... How did this relate to Little Nine again?

"Mother!" Mu Yi shouted in a deep voice. "This is the imperial study room. You must respect the emperor and not shout like this."

His mother was used to being arrogant outside. Now, inside the imperial study room, she had still not changed. It was really... Humiliating to him.

Fortunately, the emperor at the moment was focused on Old Lady Mu's sentence about Little Nine, so he overlooked this old lady's rudeness.

He raised his head and looked straight at Sima Yan questioningly.

"Emperor..." Sima Yan kneeled and smiled bitterly. "It is what you think. This matter has something to do with Maiden Mu. Otherwise, I would not have come..."