"I heard that the Grand Master has raised a ghost recently."
Li Zhaoming continued to hold the tea: "Who did your Majesty listen to?"
"It's best that my aunt doesn't know the source of my information."
"I also heard that Your Majesty has not been sleeping well recently."
Li Qinghuan's smile faded.
"It's better that I don't know the source of my aunt's information." Li Qinghuan paused, "But I'm curious, is that ghost raised by my aunt, or is my aunt entangled?"
Li Zhaoming put down the tea cup and looked into Li Qinghuan's eyes: "What do you think, Your Majesty?"
"I don't think my aunt will be entangled. My aunt will only raise ghosts."
"What about Your Majesty?" Li Zhaoming asked suddenly, "What does Your Majesty raise?"
"I raised a chess piece."
"Oh? Wife?"
Li Qinghuan: "..."
Shang Jingmo: "..."
She just floated and became a "chess piece" by the way.
Intention: "I can't rest idle even if I'm dead, and I can't even think of lying down while I'm alive."
