The meals were delivered to the camp.
He just sat down.
Xie Qianyun woke up.
She really has the nose of a dog, sharper than anyone else's.
Watching her wolf down the food, Xiao Luming's face turned dark.
He hadn't eaten yet, and she almost devoured everything before he could taste it.
Wu Shen watched from the side, feeling all sorts of fear.
He feared the Emperor might fly into a rage at any moment.
However, as the morning passed, the Emperor's face twisted in restraint, yet he did not show his temper to the Empress.
Even at this moment.
The Emperor, always the most attentive to etiquette, tolerates the Empress's lack of refinement, elegantly picking up his chopsticks to eat with grace and dignity.
In contrast to the Empress's eating style.
The difference was like night and day.
Xie Qianyun seemed to realize her own boldness.
