After eating for a while, An Ji noticed An Youyou hadn't even touched her chopsticks. He furrowed his brow, "Why aren't you eating?"
He said, intentionally lowering his voice, "No worse than the Imperial Palace."
An Ji watched Ali's lively demeanor and slowly picked up his chopsticks, eating meticulously, which was markedly different from An Youyou's dining etiquette.
In fact, An Youyou knew the etiquette; even though she disliked it, as a Princess, there were certain manners she had to learn.
However, outside the palace, she didn't want to constrain herself too much.
Yet for some, etiquette is ingrained in their bones, like An Ji.
Even sitting like this, he gave off a pleasant aura.
"Would you like to drink?" An Ji suddenly offered.
"Can we?" An Youyou's eyes lit up.
She assumed An Ji wouldn't drink outside, so she didn't mention it.
"Yes."
With that, An Ji asked the Imperial Guard to bring a cask of fine wine.
