But on second thought, the idea was rather delightful.
Song Yunzhao's head and her heart were at war.
Feng Yi couldn't help but laugh at her expression.
Song Yunzhao: …
'What's so funny?'
"I just never thought you'd hesitate over something like this," Feng Yi said.
Song Yunzhao shot Feng Yi a look. 'I can't share my man, but I won't give up the perks, either. You can't expect a horse to run without letting it eat—there's no such thing as a free lunch in this world. Since the Emperor can't be shared, the other benefits must be ramped up. Isn't it better when everyone is happy?'
"Let me think about it," Song Yunzhao said. "Besides, there's so much going on right now, and the summer retreat is still a long way off."
Feng Yi agreed with a smile. "Once our dear Imperial Consort has made up her mind, she can just let me know."
'So sarcastic.'
After their playful banter, Song Yunzhao brought up the matter of Chu Donghui and Ling Yunhe again.
