Behind the heavy and luxurious drapes, Shen Yinning stepped out.
She held a tea cup with spilled dregs, her expression full of surprise: "Ah, I accidentally spilled tea on you, truly my apologies."
Lu Ying's face remained impassive, letting the trickling tea drip from his chin, the wet stains already darkened on his robes.
Shen Yinning feigned ignorance of his disheveled state, gracefully curtsying with Haitang's support. Her voice was soft as she said, "Tonight, I invited Your Majesty here to ask—have I committed some grave, unforgivable sin?"
Lu Ying took out a handkerchief, slowly dabbing away the water stains and tea leaves on his face, his thin lips pressed tight, offering no reply.
