Lu Ying sat upright, recalling how she dared to bet on Huo Mingxu's victory but didn't bet on him. Jealousy inevitably sprouted in his heart.
So, he turned a page of the book, ignoring Shen Yinning's intention.
Shen Yinning wasn't in a hurry either. She sat across from him, took the hot almond tea Gui Quan brought over, sipped it leisurely, and then turned her head to gaze at the scenery through the Ruyi Flower window.
Lu Ying turned another page of the book but ultimately couldn't resist asking, "Why don't you go talk to Huo Mingxu?"
"Are you jealous?" Shen Yinning's phoenix eyes sparkled, her smile teasing yet mysterious.
Lu Ying's expression darkened, his voice low: "You know full well that I hold you dearly in my heart."
"Dearly…" Shen Yinning savored the word, "If that's the case, Your Majesty, would you grant your humble wife a small request?"
Lu Ying pressed his thin lips tightly together.
