Empress Wang didn't understand.
She really didn't get it.
After the meal ended, Empress Wang had no intention of staying longer. She got up, bid farewell to Cheng Guang and Wu Yuemei, and left Duke Zhen's Mansion.
Watching Empress Wang's departing figure, Cheng Guang's eyes revealed no hint of disturbance. He simply tapped the table lightly with his hand, in deep thought.
Wu Yuemei, sensing the inexplicable atmosphere between Empress Wang and Cheng Guang, turned her head slightly and asked Cheng Guang softly,
"Guanger, what were you and your Aunt, the Empress, just talking about?"
"It seemed that your Aunt's mood wasn't very good."
Cheng Guang smiled and shook his head, then spread his hands helplessly and said, "Mother, why ask me? How should I know?"
"I certainly don't have the guts to offend my Aunt, the Empress."
Wu Yuemei's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and then she chuckled, "I suppose, you really don't have the guts."
