Yun Jiao asked Xue Ya to bring her a handkerchief.
"Why is the handkerchief you use so rough?"
Xie Zhixing glanced at it and frowned: "Is the Imperial Household not being attentive to you?"
Not far away, Ying Lu who had turned her back, silently lamented on behalf of the Imperial Household.
Attendant Lady Xi was currently favored by the Emperor, how would the Imperial Household dare to shortchange her things?
"Your Majesty, you don't understand, this rough handkerchief has its own marvels."
Yun Jiao asked him to sit in front of her.
The Emperor was always wary of exposing his back to others, but Xie Zhixing felt quite at ease with Yun Jiao—if she really wanted to assassinate him, she had countless opportunities to try. He half-closed his eyes, his senses became exceptionally sharp, her soft hand was placed on his shoulder, and each finger's touch was as clear as pressing on his heart.
Was the little one going to give him a massage?
