I like money, but God likes me

Is the red line's ability so strong? Can it even confuse people's minds and make her unable to help but follow the original path?

If she cut off the red thread, would she still have these feelings now?

Qiu Hanshuang was silent for a long time, and the stopped pen tip smudged a pool of black ink on the rice paper. This memorial message was considered useless and had to be written again.

The little emperor had already browsed the entire study room. After all, she didn't know how to read. These books were not attractive to her. She might have reached out to read them out of curiosity.

"Master, do you have a book full of paintings?"

Qiu Hanshuang put aside the pen in her hand, and put away the discarded memorial letter before the little emperor came close, for fear that the other party would see her uneasiness.

Fortunately, the little emperor was relatively simple and didn't care about this at all.

"There are indeed such books outside the palace, but most of them tell short stories. Your Majesty wants to read them?"

When Su Yue heard this, she nodded quickly, thinking that this world was quite avant-garde, and there were actually comic books. She didn't know what the comic books drawn by the ancients looked like.

Shard was still very indulgent towards her, and after hearing that she wanted to read the picture book, he nodded in agreement.

"Later, I will send someone to deliver it to Your Majesty."

After receiving the promise of fragments, Su Yue came to the table again and sat down honestly, continuing to practice calligraphy with a pen.

You have to read the picture books, and you still have to continue to recognize the words. The daily life of an illiterate is too inconvenient. She just flipped through the books for so long and could only barely guess the contents of those books from some paintings.

Qiu Hanshuang found that the little emperor was obviously much more serious about practicing calligraphy after he came back from shopping, and he looked inexplicably well-behaved.

At noon, a servant came on time to bring lunch. The little emperor's eyes lit up when he saw the table full of meals. It was obvious that she liked to eat.

It's just that compared to the ravenous meal she had before, her meal now is obviously much more gentle.

Qiu Hanshuang calmly gave the other party a few chopsticks to eat, and the little emperor ate them all. He was not picky about food at all.

After eating, the little emperor suddenly hesitated. Then he looked around to make sure there was no one, and then he said to her seriously:

"I don't know if you know something, but I'm actually a woman."

After Su Yue said this, she carefully observed the expression of the Imperial Master. The other person stared at her in silence for a long time, and then said something calmly.

"Your Majesty, be careful what you say."

Su Yue thought she didn't believe it, so she wanted to reach out to take her hand and touch her breast, but was silently dodged by the fragment.

"Your Majesty, please respect yourself."

She was still sitting not far away, with a cold look on her face, and her eyes seemed to be no different from those of others.

Su Yue felt a sudden pain in her heart. She felt a little wronged, but she didn't know how to vent it to her.

"I, everything I said is true, I won't lie to you."

In this world, she is just a puppet emperor who has only met her a few times, a person who can barely be considered an acquaintance, not even a friend.

Qiu Hanshuang's fingertips moved under her sleeves. Facing the little emperor's aggrieved look of wanting to cry, she lowered her eyes and pretended not to notice.

As for what the little emperor confessed to her just now, she was also shocked. It was hard to imagine how the little emperor could hide his identity as a woman and survive until now. I'm afraid it's common to be worried.