Qian Xueying's expression stiffened slightly; she'd originally planned to tamper with the food to encourage a romantic development between them, but who would have guessed he would bring his own chef and ingredients? Wouldn't this ruin all her carefully laid plans?
"What's wrong?" Huangfu Jue raised an eyebrow gently, "Miss Ying, you don't like it?"
"Of course not!" Qian Xueying immediately showed a smile, lowering her gaze to convey a shy demureness, "I'm just overwhelmed by the attention. What virtues or abilities do I possess to warrant such a grand gesture from the Duke?
"Compared to Miss Ying's willingness to take a blade for me, what's serving a meal in return?"
That one sentence made Qian Xueying so happy she almost lost her bearings.
"Then... then I shall graciously accept!" She turned her face towards Xiuyi, "Xiuyi, bring that bottle of wine I've been saving. Let's have the Duke give it a taste, shall we?"
