"Your Majesty, please don't flirt with my niece, Shu Qing is still awaiting matrimony,"
Zhuo Junli saw through Leng Shuqing's thoughts at a glance.
Her little face was thoroughly flushed.
"Uncle!"
Leng Shuqing, flustered, ran behind him to hide, afraid that Chu Yihan would see her crimson face.
Chu Yihan wasn't paying attention to all this. He had just noticed Zhuo Junli eating a late-night snack and felt hungry himself, so he called Sun Wu to have the imperial kitchen prepare some late-night snacks for him as well.
Seeing this, Leng Shuqing stepped forward and said softly, "Your Majesty, if you don't disdain my humble skills, perhaps you could try the pastries I've made."
She opened the box for Zhuo Junli and revealed a neat plate of osmanthus cake at the bottom layer. As soon as she brought it out, the fragrance filled the air.
Zhuo Junli immediately frowned, "Girl, why didn't you say you made this too! Had I known, I would have eaten less!"
