"..." Jing Yiren looked blankly at her emperor uncle.
It seemed only then that the Emperor realized his suddenness, and he let go of her little hand.
He smiled lightly: "I was preoccupied, forgive me!"
Jing Yiren blinked in puzzlement, a note of disappointment in her words: "Uncle, did you mistake me for someone else?"
Perhaps it was because of that dream, but now every time Jing Yiren saw her Emperor uncle, her heart inexplicably raced and her cheeks flushed. She felt a pique of jealousy upon hearing his words.
However, the Emperor only smiled lightly, not responding.
At this moment, a eunuch entered the room holding a tray.
He bent respectfully and announced, "Your Majesty! It is time for bed!"
Jing Yiren naturally understood what the wooden tags on the tray represented.
As she watched her uncle-emperor reach out to flip a tag, her little face suddenly turned ashen. She gawked at him, her eyes wide.
Within her, an inexplicable heartache surfaced.
