He glanced at the two boxes, watching Song Guo as he opened the lid.
The mooncakes inside glistened with a golden sheen of oil, the color was tempting, and a faint, entrancing aroma wafted through the air.
"Since when did the Eastern Palace celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival?"
Ever since he moved into the Eastern Palace, he had not celebrated any Mid-Autumn Festivals.
Even if he went to the Imperial Palace to admire the moon, he never touched mooncakes.
What's so good about these sweet and greasy things?
Furthermore, round mooncakes symbolized reunion, and he, long having been a lone man, how could there be talk of union?
Song Guo whispered, "Your Highness, these were handcrafted by the Commandery Princess. Won't you really give them a try?"
Ye Yiheng coughed lightly, shifting his gaze away from the mooncakes, a dangerous woman, the mooncakes she made must certainly be poisonous.
"Throw them away."
He said it without a ripple of emotion.