Miao Zhu kept nodding. Her Miss's words were always absolutely correct!
Leng Yu Yan hissed and withdrew her hand.
Seeing this, Miao Zhu wondered, "Miss, you're not taking it?"
"No need, the silver needle is enough."
Soon after, the servant and master left the inner room.
Following Song Guo's steps, Leng Yu Yan went to someone's bedroom.
Dinner was set in the dining hall of the bedroom annex.
Looking at the table that was already halfway set, Leng Yu Yan couldn't help but mutter, was he really just inviting her to share dinner?
Was she unduly suspicious?
"Miss, please wait a moment. I will call His Highness," Song Guo said with a smile.
"Alright," Leng Yu Yan nodded faintly.
Song Guo took a few steps back and left the dining hall.
Gazing at the dining hall's arrangement, none of it made her feel dizzy.
After visiting his bedroom more frequently in recent days, she had gradually identified a pattern.