"Yes, the soup made by the late concubine is just as Emperor Dongyu said. It is delicious. It is the best soup I have ever tasted."
Dongfang Ao said this while looking at me. The profound meaning in his cold eyes shocked me.
I have never made him a bowl of soup before, and he was talking about this!
I wanted to do it before, but did I have the chance?
I was either blind or pretending to be blind before, and then I entered the palace, and then was thrown into the cold palace by him, haha...
When I think of those things in the past, I feel conflicted and painful. It seems that the joy of being with him is very little, so little... so little that I can hardly remember any of it.
After returning from the imperial study, I have been sitting in the yard in a daze, unable to hear the chirping of the birds.
"Does it make you so unhappy to see me?"
Dongfang Ao's voice suddenly came to my ears, and I jumped up from my chair in shock.
I looked at him defensively, shocked.
Then I put aside my guard and looked at him calmly, emotionless.
I also forgot to answer his words and stared at my feet, not knowing what to do. It was quite correct.
"Ming Xi, you haven't answered me yet."
His charming voice sounded, and he came close to me, breathing on my face so that I could smell his scent.
"don't want……"
I pushed him away, looked at the displeasure on his face, and said, "This is Dongyu."
What I said was to remind him that he was not in his "Morning Kingdom" and I was not his woman. My current identity was Yuwen Jueran's concubine.
He withdrew his body and no longer approached me. He just looked at me coldly and asked, "Did he touch you?"
My heart ached as I listened, because these words came from his mouth, a man I love.
"Answer me."
His voice was suppressed and he asked coldly, his tone urging me to answer quickly and not to delay or lie.
"Don't you know?"
I asked him back.
Actually, I don’t know if he knows or not, I’m just betting.
"Don't worry about whether I know it or not, Ming Xi, I want you to tell me personally."
He forced me to lean against the tree, imprisoning me between him and me, and asked me to answer.
The coldness on his body surrounded me, making my heart hurt more and more.
Why? Why do you want to hurt my heart like this?
I looked at him hurt and chose to be stubborn and not answer.