C419 Minimizing Triple Slag in Beijing

Murong Yu and Mo Xiyan's mood was heavy, but Steward Zeng's voice sounded from outside.

"Your Highness, someone from the palace has arrived."

How disappointing, Murong Yu froze as his entire face turned black.

Mo Xiyan laughed.

"Why aren't you leaving? You're delaying official business, but the Emperor is going to wear small shoes."

Although he was unhappy