Ning Furong avoided the main party of people and rode along the edge of the hunting ground.
Walls surrounded the edge of the hunting ground. Normal people would find it difficult to come here. Ning Furong rode along the walls as if she were looking for something.
At this moment, Ming Shu and Junjue were squatting nearby and watching Ning Furong.
Junjue pulled up his sleeve and scratched his hand. He said flirtatiously, "Your Majesty, so itchy."
Ming Shu glanced at him. "Bear with it!"
Junjue felt stifled. He continued pestering her. "Why are we squatting here? The prime minister will not let anything happen to you at the autumn hunt. Why are you following her?"
"She's pretty."
Junjue: "…"
Junjue forgot about scratching and leaned over. He asked uncertainly, "Your Majesty, do you like her?"
"I do." Ming Shu smiled lightly. "She is so cute, why would I not like her."
