As the words fell, Yan Xiu had already stepped toward the second floor.
Such intimate and sudden actions made even the composed Feng Yin blush slightly. She quickly turned around, pulled Hua Yin and left hurriedly after the formal salute.
"Hey, hey, hey! Let me down quickly!" Li Yuyu's small hand tugged at Yan Xiu's dragon robe, struggling to get down from his embrace.
She couldn't go upstairs, there were a few boxes of gold and silver up there, which were her dowry. She had to hide them well, or Yan Xiu might seize them again. Then how could she exchange for silver notes to leave the palace and roam the Jianghu?
"Beloved concubine, play hard-to-get but know when to stop."
Yan Xiu lowered his head, looking at Li Yuyu, his phoenix eyes revealing an understanding of everything.
Li Yuyu: …
"Emperor, I think you misunderstood. I don't have…"
