After Mo Yu finished laying out the food, she scooped out a bowl of rice for herself and sat down across from Xu Yourong.
The two glanced each other in the eye and smiled.
Chen Changsheng and Tang Thirty-Six would have found this strange atmosphere unbearable, but they had long been used to it.
Just like it had been many years ago, when the Empress ate, she was very strict, forbidding anyone from speaking. They could only communicate with their eyes.
Xu Yourong and Mo Yu didn't know how many times they had communicated with their eyes. A tacit understanding had formed between them long ago and it was very easy for them to see what the other person was thinking.
