"Long Xinghe, what is this about?"
Feng Wuya rarely called Long Xinghe by her full name, this must be the first time.
It was clear how furious he was now.
Yet Long Xinghe was all smiles, the epitome of serenity, "Wuya, we are still at the palace gate; everyone outside is watching. Whatever it is, let's talk about it when we get back."
That statement couldn't be more ambiguous.
Hearing this, Eunuch Qing couldn't help but let out a slight smile.
Feng Wuya didn't notice anything wrong with what was said, perhaps the phrase "let's talk about it when we get back" had become too common for him and her.
After all, Long Xinghe was still living in the Prince Xiaoyao Residence.
So, he didn't realize how intimate the words were, and his anger remained stuck in his chest, unable to be vented.
"Why must you humiliate me like this?"
Long Xinghe rubbed her brow.
She hadn't slept all night and, indeed, was a bit tired.
Her sleep had been quite shallow lately.
