"Several officials came to persuade me to return He Yulin's body to his family today."
The smile on Xiao Zeyu's face froze, and his voice was filled with anger.
Su Qing laughed.
"Very good, these people are eager to jump out."
"Imperial Father, Imperial Mother, I beg you to let my teacher rest in peace."
Su Qing looked over and saw her son kneeling on the ground with tears in his eyes.
"Ziqi, get up. Mother is telling you…"
Su Qing pulled her son up. She couldn't bear to see him suffer, so she whispered to him that He Yulin was still alive.
Ziqi's eyes lit up when she heard that his teacher was alive. Moreover, this child's brain was brilliant. Her teacher was still alive, but her mother said that he was dead. She must have her plans.
Seeing that his son understood, Su Qing smiled and rubbed his little head.
"Let's eat!"
"Yes."
