Feng Wuyou noticed that Xiao Jinyan had been staring at her and asked with a puzzled look, "Your Highness, what's the matter?"
Xiao Jinyan smiled and shook his head, "Nothing much."
"I'm exhausted. I need to get these clothes off quickly, along with this gold shackle. My neck aches from the hairpins and clasps."
As Feng Wuyou was muttering, she reached out to both sides and took down the gold shackle, feeling much lighter in the head instantly.
Feng Wuyou usually dressed simply, but even so, she still had to look the part of the Crown Princess.
Xiao Jinyan understood her nature well—she liked comfortable clothing and styling, and he feared today must have worn her out.
"I will help you."
With someone to serve her, Feng Wuyou was naturally delighted, "Good."
Xiao Jinyan lifted her in his arms and brought her to the dressing table, where he gently set her down on the chair. His slender fingers somewhat clumsily removed the hairpins and clasps from her temples.
