After drinking the small amount of sour plum soup left, Yuan Xiaoming handed the porcelain bowl to Su Ling, who was standing beside him, "You go down, you don't have to serve you here anymore. I'll talk to the eldest princess."

Su Ling looked at Yuan Liyue, bowed and said, "Yes."

After saying that, he turned around and gave the other palace servants a look, and everyone stepped back gently.

The palace gate was closed, and Yuan Liyue and Yuan Xiaoming were just sitting on the couch.

After wandering outside for a day and dealing with the terrible trouble, Yuan Liyue now felt exhausted physically and mentally. She collapsed softly on the couch like a cooked dumpling, leaning on the small soft pillow of Shuxiu, and yawned delicately.

Looking at his little look of her bun-like sister's eyes were covered in tears, Yuan Xiaoming couldn't help but feel itchy.

She adjusted her posture and leaned against Yuan Liyue. She lowered her head and saw her looking at her in a daze. Yuan Xiaoming smiled softly and without hesitation, he reached out and pinched her soft and tender little face. It was not enough to just pinch it, so she even reached out and rubbed it.

Yuan Liyue instantly turned into a bun with pleated ones.

"Um...sister—"

Yuan Xiaoming reluctantly pinched again, then said, "I heard that you punished the young master of the Fu Wang family today?"

Yuan Liyue was stunned, then blinked: "Does my sister think I did something wrong?"

Yuan Xiaoming sneered, lay down beside her, pulled one hand to play with her, and said disdainfully: "How could that be? I have long disliked it, and relying on his mother's identity to be domineering in Kyoto all day long, and the reputation of the royal family has ruined him."

Her eyes were deep and she whispered: "Even if you don't take action today, I will still beat them and their son sooner or later."

Yuan Liyue felt relieved when she heard that.

Then, without waiting for Yuan Xiaoming to ask again, he took the initiative to tell the whole story of what happened today, but he didn't add any more to the fire, but just said that he knew.

Yuan Xiaoming listened quietly, and from time to time, some subtle expressions appeared on his face.

When Yuan Liyue said that she had sent someone to send Wu Qingyun back, Yuan Xiaoming was moved.

She turned her body, supported her head with one hand, and looked at Yuan Liyue with her eyes deep.

Yuan Liyue was seen for a while, "What's wrong with me?"

Yuan Xiaoming frowned, his tone very confused: "When I was in Zhilan Palace before, when Wu Qingyun was waiting for the election, didn't you still admire him? Why are you so cold now?"

When did this happen? Why didn’t she know? When did she admire Wu Qingyun?

Yuan Liyue fell into deep self-doubt, "No... sister, have you misunderstood? I have never meant anything else to Wu Qingyun."

"Really not?" Yuan Xiaoming looked at her distrustfully, "Didn't you always be very fond of such good-looking people before? That day in Zhilan Palace, when I saw you smiling brightly at him, I thought you were fond of someone."

As she said that, she reached out and vaguely hooked Yuan Liyue's small chin and squinted her eyes, "Well? Why did she suddenly change her temper? Not only did she not like reading those idle books, but she also didn't like to collect handsome men anymore?"

Yuan Liyue's body stiffened for a moment. When she faced Yuan Xiaoming's fox eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything, she almost thought she had been exposed.

But thinking that she was a soul piercing, no matter how she looked at her body, it was Yuan Liyue's body, and it was impossible for others to find flaws, so she calmed down again.
Chapter completed!