The crown prince retracted his hand angrily. The cold wind blew in from outside the door. The crown prince adjusted his clothes and returned to where he was sitting before.
Ming Shu’s gaze fell on the heater beside his feet.
In this weather, the heating in the palaces hadn’t started yet.
Ming Shu took a few mouthfuls of rice and got up to close the door.
The crown prince was holding a pen in the air. Seeing her action, he asked, “Why are you closing the door? Do You Want to assassinate me?”
“Cold.”
Ming Shu replied with one word and then ate her chicken drumstick in peace.
When Xie an came, this was what he saw.
The crown prince sat in front of the desk and held a pen. The ink on the tip of the pen dripped on the paper and blurred the words on it.
But the crown prince didn’t notice it at all. No one knew what he was thinking.
Xie An looked at Ming Shu with a complicated expression and walked to the desk. “Your Highness.”
