Song Yunzhao's gaze shifted as she stood and picked up the warmed wine. Looking at the Emperor, she said, "Let me offer you a toast. I buried this jar of wine when I first moved into Wangyou Palace. It's no Jade Brew, just a simple gesture from my heart."
Lu Zhixue gazed at Song Yunzhao. Her usually vibrant face held a rare gentleness, and her eyes seemed to ripple softly. This was a different Song Yunzhao from the one she usually saw.
'Such a delicate, sweet beauty. Even setting the Emperor aside, she's still a pleasure to look at.'
Lu Zhixue's expression stiffened at the thought. 'Ugh, how could I think something like that?'
Feng Yi raised his cup and drained it in one go. He looked at Song Yunzhao, his eyes filled with deep affection. "My dear's heartfelt sincerity is something I will naturally treasure."
A constant smile on her face, Song Yunzhao wondered, 'Is he drunk already? We just started.'
