"Moreover, I have not forgotten Cheng Yuanshan's charitable acts," Emperor Jiawen said. "Once I return, I will think about how to reward him appropriately so that he won't feel wronged."
"On behalf of my uncle, I thank Your Majesty for your great kindness," Fu Mingzhu said, and then her gaze swept over to Lin Qingqing standing at the back.
Lin Qingqing kept trying to make her presence felt; it would really be a shame not to give her the full attention she seems to be seeking so desperately today.
Fu Mingzhu then said, "Your Majesty, Your Highness, I have something more to say."
"Go ahead," Emperor Jiawen replied.
"Just now, Miss Lin mentioned the cold in the northwest and expressed concern about the military's winter clothing. Does Miss Lin have any good ideas about this?" Fu Mingzhu asked.
Fu Shinian looked at Fu Mingzhu with eyes full of admiration.
His elder sister was never a soft woman to be bullied at will; she simply couldn't be bothered to respond most of the time.
