Si Yeqing glared up at the little girl on the roof and said sharply, “Get down.”
Gu Jiao glanced at the crowd gathered below and replied casually, “No. That's what I see the other hidden guards doing.”
“Steward, bring me the abacus.”
“Wait, wait, I'll come down right now.” Gu Jiao panicked, slipped, and slid down the sloping roof.
Gu Jiao squeezed her eyes shut in fright. When she still hadn't hit the ground after a long while, she couldn't help marveling at how high the roof of the Prince Regent's residence was.
“Get down.” Seated in his wheelchair, Si Yeqing's breathing grew unsteady as he gritted his teeth.
Did she really think his legs couldn't feel anything?
