"My son has something important to report! Vomit..."

Xie Jin looked at the child in front of him and wanted to laugh. What could the grandson of the emperor have to do? Didn't he have enough pastries at the banquet?

But Yang Rong recalled the scene at the banquet where the eldest grandson of the emperor had been burying his head in the arms of the queen, cooking and eating cakes, but suddenly frowned.