Xuemei carried the pastry box into the mansion, unable to hold back her smile along the way, and began to feel annoyed when she realized it.
When she returned to Shuanghua Residence, she happened to bump into the Prince leaving the courtyard.
She quickly saluted: "Your Highness."
"Mmm." Yan Sihan responded softly, glancing at the pastry in Xuemei's hand, and couldn't help but stop in his tracks.
He said, "Don't give your mistress any more sweets."
Xuemei looked down at the pastry box she was holding and quickly nodded: "Yes."
She originally planned to share it with her mistress, but it seemed that she would have to eat it herself now. She also blamed herself for forgetting that her mistress had a toothache early this morning, and her cheek had even swollen a bit.
When Xuemei raised her head, the prince was already far away. It seemed that he had something important to attend to, otherwise, he would surely stay with the princess consort.
