Jiang Yifan felt a sense of pride, of course, it was an important matter related to his own wife. He again sized up his picturesque wife, even more satisfied, his own wife indeed was becoming more and more beautiful.
He took the rice bowl and handed the chopsticks to Ye Xinyan, using his finger to flirtatiously hook her chin, thumb gently stroking it a few times, but he spoke of serious matters: "In a few days, the Prince of An Ping's Mansion will host a flower-viewing banquet. At that time, the Princess Consort will also send you an invitation, you should go."
"For what? Talk about serious matters!" Ye Xinyan swatted his hand away, giving him a sideways glance. That day she mentioned not needing anyone to serve her food, this guy was overjoyed, and afterward, behaved improperly.
