Yun Yi hurriedly pulled Yun Er along to work. After walking far away, he gasped and sighed. "Master really takes Miss Ning to heart."
Yun Er, who knew the inside story, could not suppress the desire to confide in him. "Not only that, Master even wants Miss Ning to be the main consort! I was so frightened that I had nightmares all night!"
It was rare for Yun Yi to have the time to be curious. "What nightmare?"
Yun Er patted his chest. "I dreamed that His Majesty was holding a banquet and was letting the princes and concubines perform their talents when our Third Princess Consort jumped up and shouted, 'Then I'll stir-fry 18 delicacies for everyone.' Needless to say, it's quite fragrant…" After saying that, he even slurped.
Yun Yi was speechless.
He asked Yun Er, "Do you think Master shouldn't choose Miss Ning?"
