Xie Zhixing's blood pressure shot up.
He realized what made Yun Jiao different from other concubines.
When ordinary concubines weren't being clever, the underlying logic of their tactics was still to please him and gain his favor, just in the wrong direction. But Yun Jiao was different; she didn't even have the notion of "pleasing him" in her mind, as if living in her own world.
Both carefree and self-assured, with a touch of whimsical beauty.
"You finally meet me, and it's just to talk about this little horse?"
Xie Zhixing had just furrowed his brows when he saw her pout: "Emperor, it's called Red Rabbit, not a little horse."
