"Of course," Huangfu Jue said, his smile brilliant, "it was written by Mother herself."
Gan Yuan retracted her gaze, looking at the invitation in her hand. Indeed, at the bottom right corner, there was a beautiful signature in Chinese—Leng Xiaoye.
Such a task naturally did not require the Queen herself, Leng Xiaoye, to do personally. The message conveyed by her writing this invitation herself was self-evident.
"She… she must not know yet, right?"
Gan Yuan asked softly, lifting her face from the invitation.
If the Queen knew her secret identity, she probably would not have received this invitation.
"I haven't told her yet," Huangfu Jue frowned slightly, "Ayuan, I don't mind, but I hope this matter can involve fewer complications… I don't want anyone to hurt you."
"Of course, I understand." Taking in the man's apologetic expression, Ayuan smiled and opened her arms to hug him, "I also don't want them to know."
