"Madam seems to be in a bad mood," the morning breeze said, careful to avoid his master's potential cold front.
"It's nothing now, you may go," Jiang Yichun massaged his temples, then called the morning breeze back, "Ask the kitchen to send a bowl of Hangover Soup."
"Yes." The morning breeze bowed his head and withdrew, hiding a look of surprise in his eyes. Madam hadn't prepared Hangover Soup for the master herself—it seemed she was genuinely angry, and quite seriously so.
Yesterday, they couldn't bring guards to the Imperial Palace for the banquet, so they returned to the inn beforehand, unaware of what had happened between the two in the Palace.
The morning breeze pondered. Weren't these two always in perfect harmony? Why would they have a dispute?
Jiang Yichun went back inside the room, rubbing his temples while recalling what Bai Ruozhu had said the night before. She seemed to have mentioned him staring at that saintess, but he couldn't remember ever gazing at her intently.