Song Yunzhao returned to Wangyou Palace, not expecting the Emperor to be there. The sudden, pleasant surprise had her practically running into the hall.
Feng Yi turned at the sound of footsteps to see Song Yunzhao come rushing in. Before he could even speak, she said, "Emperor! What are you doing here at this hour? If I'd known you were coming, I wouldn't have gone to Cuiwei Palace."
Feng Yi reached out to help Song Yunzhao take off her cloak, and Xiangxue quickly stepped forward to take it from him.
Feng Yi took Song Yunzhao's hand. "You didn't bring a hand warmer?"
"I stayed at Cuiwei Palace a little too long, and the coals in my hand warmer went out," Song Yunzhao said, placing her hand in the Emperor's palm.
Feng Yi cupped her hand to warm it. "Since when are you and Consort Lu on good enough terms to sit down for tea?"
Hearing the Emperor's teasing tone, Song Yunzhao barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "I'd like to know that myself."
