"Your Majesty, you'll really spoil me if you keep this up," Song Yunzhao said, looking at Feng Yi. No one dislikes receiving one-of-a-kind treatment.
She was a person of worldly desires, and she enjoyed it as well.
But this unique treatment could conceal a bottomless abyss. She wanted to live a good life, not fall and be shattered to pieces.
Feng Yi chuckled softly at Yun Zhao's words. 'This is enough to spoil you?'
'It's not as if I'm encouraging you to be lawless.' With that thought, Feng Yi felt that while Yun Zhao might seem arrogant and overbearing, she was actually quite timid, worrying so much over such a small matter.
"It's just a small matter, really."
'He's really starting to sound like a foolish, doting emperor,' Song Yunzhao thought. 'But that's not bad news for me; in fact, I'm rather pleased.'
