Upon hearing the discussions from the two groups of people, cold sweat broke out on Linglong's forehead.
They must quickly clear up the misunderstanding.
Otherwise, the emperor's reputation would be completely ruined.
Not that he had much of a good reputation...
Clearing her throat, Linglong was just about to speak when the two noisy groups suddenly joined in conversation.
An eighty-year-old man, longing to return home to farm, looked curiously at the sturdy, dark-faced man across from him and frowned, saying, "Kid, what did you just say? This old man is hard of hearing due to age; I can't quite catch it. What are you intending to give the emperor to eat? Is it those fluffy steamed buns from your house?"
The dark-faced man heard the elder's words, smiled complacently, and then lifted up a chubby little boy who had been nibbling on a chicken leg while hugging his thigh.
