Feng Yueya smiled with her lips pursed, "I bet His Majesty can't wait for you to leave as soon as possible. With you there, you'll definitely steal everyone's thunder. Only when you're gone can someone else be the main character."
Yun Shangyuan protested his innocence, "I'm really very low-key."
Feng Yueya didn't argue with him.
Low-key?
With that unmatched aura, it's hard to stay low-key even if he tried.
"Here, try this. Niao Niao said these pastries are the most delicious. Everyone in North Imperial City loves them."
She leaned over and picked up a lotus-shaped pink pastry for him.
As she leaned closer, she unintentionally caught a faint whiff of a cosmetic scent on him.
Immediately, Feng Yueya's face fell, and she placed her chopsticks on the table, looking at him coldly.
"Come clean. Who did you interact with today at the Imperial Palace?"
Yun Shangyuan was puzzled by her sudden coldness.
"What's wrong?"
