"Where did you get it?" The flower crown was conspicuous, and as Bu Qing entered, Chuzheng interrogated him: "Who made it for you?"
Although Bu Qing's complexion wasn't very pale these days, it was still much paler than the average person, and with his elegant attire and flower crown, he did not appear effeminate; rather, he exuded a refined air.
Whenever he appeared, everything else became mere background scenery.
Bu Qing put down the porcelain jar and removed the flower crown.
— Mi Yun gave it to me.
"What's he doing giving you this without any reason?"
That grandson is not trying to compete with me for affection, is he?!
— I don't know.
Bu Qing didn't mention the somewhat odd remark Mi Yun had made to him.
He observed Chuzheng for a while and didn't notice anything amiss with her.
"From now on, you're not allowed to accept things from others."
