The Emperor, with quick eyes and brisk hands, rushed over and caught the falling person in his arms, turning a few times to dissipate the force, nearly falling to the ground themselves, but eventually stabilizing.
Lian Hua, clinging to His Majesty's neck, was so frightened that her complexion turned pale and her heart pounded like a drum, her chest heaving up and down.
The Emperor was also frightened; had he not caught her, he didn't dare to imagine the consequences.
After putting her down, he raised his eyebrows sharply and asked, "When was this swing made?"
Lian Hua patted her chest to catch her breath and replied, "It was just finished at noon today."
At this moment, Xiao Qing ran over, her face ashen, supporting Lian Hua and repeatedly asking, "Young Master, are you alright, is there any harm?"
Lian Hua shook her head, leaning on Xiao Qing, internally shouting with relief, grateful for His Majesty's presence, her calves still felt soft.