'If Father Emperor comes to "check on my illness" later, I must serve him this specially prepared Huanglian Tea with my own hands.'
The mere thought of its taste made his little face scrunch up, but then his brow smoothed out, and a cunning glint flashed in his eyes.
'I'm just returning the favor,' he thought.
'Perfect.'
'Suffering should be shared.'
Li Yan closed his eyes, savoring the thought.
Meanwhile, Jianzhen, who was standing outside the door, was still in a daze.
'Is... isn't this considered the crime of deceiving the Emperor?!'
'His Little Prince is far too bold!'
Li Yun planned to spend the night outside the palace again. He was sitting on the rooftop of the Ming Family Restaurant. This small, private space, he had to admit, had a rather nice atmosphere.
Beside him was a flask of green plum wine brewed by Ming Lingyi herself. It wasn't strong. Enjoying the moon and sipping wine while the early autumn breeze blew past—this was truly one of life's great pleasures.
