It was a good thing Sang Luo wasn't drinking water, or she would have spat it out.
Seeing the Crown Prince's handsome face turn even colder, she hurriedly suppressed her laughter and said with a straight face, "Yes! I certainly believe the Crown Prince's body is... very healthy!"
It was a classic case of protesting too much.
Yun Hua turned his head away, no longer looking at her. Sang Luo tactfully stood to the side and helped him grind the ink. Neither spoke another word. The atmosphere grew quiet and peaceful, filled only with the soft scraping of the inkstone, the whisper of the brush, and the sound of their breathing...
It was getting late, and Sang Luo let out a yawn, clearly feeling drowsy.
Prince Yun Hua set down his brush. Looking at her, he said, "Wuyou Palace has been prepared. You can move there tonight, or you can stay here with me."
