An Ning rarely blushes.
As someone from the apocalypse, being made to blush and feel heated by an ancient person in such a matter, she felt humiliated.
But in front of so many palace attendants, many words ultimately couldn't be spoken.
How could Xiao Jinxing be this thick-skinned?
She suddenly got up from the soft couch, "I'm tired, I'm going to sleep."
Xiao Jinxing watched An Ning looking a bit flustered.
He would rather have her dislike him and be angry with him now than have her deliberately distant, indifferent and lukewarm.
"Your Majesty, does the Empress mean for you to... sow seeds?" Ping Eunuch asked shakily.
The lotus seed soup in Xiao Jinxing's hand almost fell to the ground.
Ping Eunuch quickly said with deference, "This servant spoke wrongly, this servant should die."
"Enough, enough, withdraw." Xiao Jinxing commanded.
"This servant takes leave." Ping Eunuch quickly got up.
Then he called for all the palace attendants in the room to leave together.
