"Prince, Prince..." Chi Jin whispered.
Yan Zixuan came back to his senses, looked at Chi Jin, and then at Vice Minister Sun who had once again knelt on the ground.
"Why is Mr. Sun being so courteous, please rise," Yan Zixuan personally bent down to help Vice Minister Sun up and smiled warmly: "I have agreed to your request."
Jingxin Palace.
Sun Cairen was losing her temper.
"These buns are as hard as bricks, how am I supposed to eat them? Throw them away, I want rice porridge!"
Yin Huang bent down to pick up the buns Sun Cairen had knocked to the ground, using a clean side of her skirt to wipe the surface of the buns, and softly persuaded: "Master, only these two buns were sent from outside, there's no porridge. Please eat a few bites to make do, I'll figure out a way to get some porridge for you later."
"I refuse!" Sun Cairen knocked the buns to the ground again.
