"师父，我错了！"奶声奶气的声音在沈清月耳边响起，她眼皮刚要抬，一道身影已经扑了上来，顺带将她整个人都裹进了怀里。沈清月懵了三秒，这才想起怀里是谁——南宫瑾。这小皇帝，才五岁，昨儿还因为móvil被她有点严厉地训斥了，今天就爬来了。

沈清月 tradition not to push him away immediately, just patted his back lightly. "What's wrong now, Your Majesty?" she asked, trying to keep her voice calm.

南宫瑾, little emperor, buried his face in her clothes, fidgeting slightly. "I... I didn't listen to you." he mumbled, "I took the gold coins from the treasury."

沈清月 sighed inwardly. The little guy was always like this, easily excused himself as long as he had her forgiveness. If she didn't scold him properly now, he wouldn't remember next week. "Alright, since you admit you're wrong, you can serve one hundred sentences of picking weeds in the garden."

南宫瑾's eyes widened. "One hundred?!" he protested, "That's too many!"

沈清月 straightened him up and gave him a firm look. "Remember what I said, Your Majesty. If you don't learn your lessons now, I'll have to be stricter later."