At this moment, the little eunuch's face looked a bit better.
After Prince Le and the little eunuch left, Yang Chuxia finally looked at Ye Zi'an, who had already gotten up. He no longer had the sickly look from earlier, holding the royal decree and looking at Yang Chuxia with a silly grin.
Yang Chuxia couldn't help but cover her face, and once they were inside the room, she angrily said, "You have the nerve to laugh? It's all your fault!"
"Aren't you enjoying it too?" Ye Zi'an muttered, then tossed the decree aside, stepped forward, and hugged Yang Chuxia, "Honey, should we continue?"
"Get lost!" Yang Chuxia was enraged again upon hearing this, "Xiao'an, Xiao'an, this isn't good. How can you always think about this matter? You're neglecting serious business just for this? Do you feel justified?"
"Ugh…" Ye Zi'an finally realized he might have gone overboard today.
Sitting on a chair, he covered his face with both hands, "Honey, my lifetime reputation is gone."
