"With such a nourishing meal from the imperial kitchen, Prime Minister Zhuo needs to digest it. I really want a pet from the Ninth Prince's Mansion. Would you mind fetching it for me?" Su Yingxue looked at him with a smile.
Zhuo Junli knew Su Yingxue was up to no good, but under the pressure from Chu Yihan, he couldn't refuse. "If I'm not mistaken, Your Highness is referring to the tiger Shan Bao, aren't you? Your Highness really thinks highly of me."
That tiger with hanging eyes and a white forehead would roar at the sight of strangers, and with one swipe of its paw, it could split a person in two.
To have him bring the tiger over was truly a wish for him to experience a life-and-death ordeal to achieve the effect of digestion.
Su Yingxue coquettishly leaned on Chu Yihan, "Emperor, Prime Minister Zhuo is so capable, he will surely be able to do it!"
Chu Yihan nodded, "Zhuo Junli, one 'shichen', go and return quickly."
"Your Majesty... thank you!"