Emperor Donghuang glanced at Jiaojiao, warning him not to be rude, but... Donghuang Junyan, the little His Highness, had never cared for etiquette. At the moment, seeing the Zen Master examining a pink toy without paying him any attention, he immediately became anxious and started hopping around.
"Give it back, give it back... This is a gift from Yuyu!"
Only then did the Zen Master look at him, "Qin Yu?"
Jiaojiao puffed up his cheeks, "Yes! She gave it to me! No one can take what she gave me! Otherwise... otherwise I'll..."
The Zen Master's eyes, framed by her dignified eyebrows, were like a spring in the depths of a bamboo forest, tranquil with a shimmer of autumn waters. She smiled slightly, "Otherwise what?"
Jiaojiao shrank back a bit, but then remembered that his own father was right behind him, ready to hold up the sky should it fall, so he could afford to act out!
So he put on a fierce look and stretched out his chubby claw, "Otherwise, I will scratch you to death!"
