Ye Lingyue felt embarrassed under Housekeeper Mu's gaze and hurried Feng Xun to leave quickly.
After they left the Feng Residence and got into the carriage, Ye Lingyue touched her face.
"Is there something on my face? Why was Housekeeper Mu looking at me so strangely just now?"
Feng Xun chuckled.
"Perhaps it reminded him of my mother and father."
Princess Qingfeng had also been about their age when she first married into the Feng Residence.
Feng Xun did not tell Ye Lingyue that the clothes they were wearing tonight were actually left behind by Feng Lan and Princess Qingfeng.
"Who resembles your mother." Ye Lingyue retorted with a blush, feeling a bit nervous about tonight.
Feng Xun smiled, took Ye Lingyue's hand and intertwined their fingers.
"You are not like my mother; you are my wife."
Ye Lingyue felt a sting and tried to withdraw her hand, but he tightened his grip, holding her even closer.
