"She had you bring this?"
"Yes."
The man slowly opened his folding fan, seemingly glancing nonchalantly at the bamboo tube on the desk.
The weather was hot and dry. Due to the contrast in temperature, beads of condensation covered the bamboo tube, trickling down its side.
It was as if the entire room grew cooler from its refreshing presence.
The man lowered his gaze. The smile on his lips held a pleasure that was hard to discern as real or fake. Emotions swirled in his light, amber-colored eyes—greedy, yet restrained.
"Is she... concerned about me?"
Before Xuan Mei could reply, the Shadow Guard entered, holding an ice dessert.
"Mmm~ Delicious! Delicious!"
He ate with great satisfaction and said to Xuan Mei, "Please thank the Princess Consort for me. I didn't expect her to be so considerate of a subordinate. It's quite embarrassing! If the Princess Consort has any orders in the future, I will carry them out without hesitation!"
