"Because my master said it's very precious. It would be a waste for me to eat it. It should be eaten by my master, my daddy, or the Emperor," Ye Qianning answered seriously.
The Beili Emperor was even more surprised. "And why am I included?"
"'Am I'? What's that?" Ye Qianning asked, her little face scrunched up in confusion.
"'Am I' is just what I call myself," the Beili Emperor said.
"Oh! So 'I' am 'Am I,' and 'Am I' is 'I'." Ye Qianning's face lit up with understanding.
...
'The innocence of a child.'
'If anyone else had dared to say that, given the Emperor's temper, heads would be rolling.'
"You want to give the fruit to your daddy because he's your family, and to your master because he's your teacher. So why give it to me?" the Beili Emperor asked patiently.
"Because the Emperor is very powerful," Ye Qianning blurted out.
"In what way am I powerful?"
"You can make my daddy kneel," Ye Qianning said.
