Once she had sent Baozhai away, Su Li turned towards Ning Fu and beckoned him closer and muttered through clenched teeth, "Do you know that I find it thankful that the Old Master of your family didn't send you to be a member of the drama troupe?"
Ning Fu didn't understand the meaning by the random non-sequitur by His Majesty but he could see the faint glare in his eyes.
He lowered his own eyes in mortification.
Not because he felt that he had let down his liege but because the one glance he had taken at the monarch at such a close distance had been more than enough to his heart soaring and thumping.
The monarch's face was flushed because of the wine and the slightly reserved eyes along with that glare that felt more like a reproachful gaze from a lover did something to Ning Fu's inside.
This one glance was enough for Ning Fu to gasp in amazement.
