"Imperial Uncle?" Seeing that Chu Mo did not say anything, Chu Ziqian called out in a low voice.
"You can call her whatever she asks you to. Do you still need This Prince permission?"
After Chu Mo said a few words, he got off the bed and put on his clothes. He walked out of the room and sat at the table. He looked at the millet porridge quietly brought to him and helplessly shook his head.
Although it was brought to him by Quietus, he knew that this was the so-called light thing that Su Xu had the people in the kitchen make for him. He also knew that Su Xu was deliberately trying to' retaliate' against him, but he still ate it one mouthful after another.
Chu Ziqian felt that it wasn' t just Su Xu strange, even Chu Mo became strange. This seemed to be a bit different from the Chu Mo he
