Yao Hua Palace.
Li Yuyu stood at the palace gate, looking up at the plaque that had obviously just been replaced.
"These three characters are really beautifully written, I wonder which famous master's hand they came from." Li Yuyu swayed her round fan, narrowed her Willow Leaf Eyes and said casually.
"I'll take that as my beloved concubine praising me."
No one knew where Yan Xiu had come from, or how long he'd been standing here.
"How come Your Majesty walks without a sound? Speaking all of a sudden like this—aren't you afraid you'll frighten your consort to death?" Li Yuyu curved her pretty Willow Leaf Eyes, her voice soft and coy.
Yan Xiu couldn't help but chuckle. Hands clasped behind his back, he walked up to Li Yuyu and stopped at her side, just so perfectly blocking the sunlight that had been falling across her face.
"Since when did my beloved concubine's courage become so tiny?"
