The infamous Palace Lord who had once been described as cold enough to freeze a phoenix's flame, sat quietly with a woman who looked as though she had no care in the world. A little mat was spread on the grass. A lacquered box full of sweet pastries had been opened, alongside a flask of fragrant tea.
Yun Shu picked up one of the golden dumplings with delicate chopsticks, took a huge bite, and made a blissful hum.
"Mmm~ this one's even better than the ones I tried in the Capital. Palace Lord, are you sure you don't want a bite? It's so sweet and soft, just melting in the mouth…" She leaned forward, holding the half-eaten dumpling toward him.
Bai Yunxian gave her a side glance, cool and faintly exasperated. "Eat it yourself. You've already taken a bite."
"Ehh, so stingy." Yun Shu pouted, but her eyes gleamed with mischief. She quickly popped the rest into her mouth and licked her fingers in a show of exaggerated enjoyment.
