"Uncle Emperor, please love Qingqing." Fourteen-year-old Shi Ling knelt on the ground with trembling hands at the entrance of Leng Palace and grabbed a corner of Regent Shi Yu, looking at the man with tearful eyes.
"Uncle Emperor, the person that Qingqing wants to marry the most is you!" Eighteen-year-old Shi Ling said to the regent Shi Yu with a shy smile under the tree in a pink dress.
"Uncle Emperor, now you have to call me Your Majesty." Twenty-year-old Shi Ling stood condescendingly on the throne and looked at the Regent Shi Yu with a smile on his face.
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