A meat was placed in her bowl—
"So, when can I start calling you my daughter?"
—along with a bomb.
Bai Shuyin choked on the warm soup. She covered her mouth to avoid spilling the soup on the table, more importantly, not on His Majesty's face, but it backfired to her when the hot liquid surged up her nose like the force of a rocket.
The hot burn sent stars behind her eyes, making her tear up. The inside of her nose hurt as it started to drip. Bai Shuyin almost called out to Niao niao, only to realize she wasn't here when the Emperor's eunuch told them no attendants were allowed.
The tigress was about to wipe the slimy snot that was starting to drip down with the sleeve of her robes, only to have a handkerchief suddenly pushed in her direction. She turned her head to the side and noticed that Wu Jiangfeng was in the similar condition as her.
Yet he still thought of her enough to hand her the piece of cloth.
