Zhuo Ma and Youlan, having changed into men's attire, arrived at the kitchen and saw that Li Xianyun had already packed the food boxes.
Zhuo Ma hurriedly stepped forward to take the food box and said, "Your Highness, let this servant take it."
"Alright," Li Xianyun laughed, "as soon as you leave the palace gates, you'll need to change the way you address me."
Youlan laughed, "Then what should we call you?"
"Call me 'young master'," Li Xianyun laughed.
Being only eighteen years old and youthful, no one would believe if she were called an 'old master'.
Hearing this, Zhuo Ma covered her mouth and laughed.
Smiling, Youlan said, "What if this servant can't bring herself to say it, my lord?"
Li Xianyun laughed, "If you can't say it, that's easy to deal with, just don't expect to eat the ice porridge made by this young master anymore."
"Then I certainly can say it, Young Master," Youlan laughed.
Upon these words, everyone erupted into laughter.
