Although Kleyena put on an act as if she intended to bankrupt Ye Yinzhu, her actual order was far more gentle—merely a bowl of clear porridge for each of them, accompanied by a few delicate pastries. It was exquisite and light, without the slightest hint of waste.
Observing the meal ordered by Kleyena, Ye Yinzhu couldn't help but feel a growing fondness for the girl. "Miss Kleyena, now can you tell me about the rules of the literary and martial competition?" It would be much clearer coming from a noble lady such as her. What Ye Yinzhu needed most was to understand the details of the competition.
Kleyena elegantly took a sip of her porridge and glanced at Marina sitting beside her. Marina was sitting upright with a serious demeanor, lost in thought, and only occasionally lifting her gaze to look at Ye Yinzhu.
