Though aware that the rascal was jesting, teasing him back was fitting, yet his loose tongue needed a reminder, lest his words reach the ears of the Little Concubine and break her heart.
With the wistful eyes of a fox, Cao De complained, "Understood, and I wasn't planning to blab anyway, who do you think I am? Besides, your Little Beauty is so shrewd, I could never deceive her."
The way Little Beauty looked at him was with real suspicion, defensively watchful, and just recalling it made him feel depressed.
The Emperor's lips curved in a smile; indeed, his Little Concubine's instincts about people were always sharp. Though she might seem indifferent at times, she could spot a villain with one glance. In her eyes, to this day, Cao De was still a bad and foolish pretty face.
