She had eaten roots of wild plants just yesterday.
The roots were originally hard and raw, but King Qiu had them cooked for her to eat.
Thinking of Jing Yiren, she tore more than half of the cake and lowered it to King Qiu.
"Too much! I can't eat it all! I'm still a child, I don't eat as much as you men."
"..." King Qiu fixed his profound gaze under the mask on Jing Yiren's muddy little face.
After hesitating for several seconds, he indifferently took the bread from her hand.
Then he hesitated for a few more seconds. His large hand reached up to the Yaksha Mask on his face. He gently tapped his fingers on it and removed the mask.
"..." Jing Yiren did not expect King Qiu to take off his mask so effortlessly.
Perhaps he was unguarded because she was just a child.
Jing Yiren stood in a daze, holding half of the bread, staring at the rumored 'monstrous' face.
She thought her imperial uncle was the most handsome man in the world.
