Her hair was as dark as ink, her figure graceful. Feng Yi was momentarily entranced.
Song Yunzhao naturally felt the Emperor's gaze on her. Pretending she had only just noticed, she tilted her head slightly. Her eyes rippled like autumn waters as she pursed her lips into a faint smile. "Emperor, how is the ink this concubine ground?"
Feng Yi suddenly felt a bit awkward; he had actually stared at Song Yunzhao in a daze. Giving a light cough, he kept his face stern and said, "My beloved concubine naturally did an excellent job."
Song Yunzhao scoffed inwardly. "I only ground it five or six times. Excellent? Is he talking about the original ink?"
"With the Emperor's words, this concubine's hard work has been well worth it," Song Yunzhao smiled even more sweetly.
Feng Yi was speechless. He had seen thick-skinned people before, but never one quite this brazen. This was the Song Yunzhao he was familiar with.
