After Song Yunzhao welcomed him inside, she sensed the Emperor might not be in a good mood. It wasn't usually obvious when he was displeased, but she had observed him carefully. When the Emperor was unhappy, his eyes would grow colder than usual.
Her vocabulary wasn't refined enough to describe this coldness—it was something one could only feel, not put into words.
For instance, right now, she could tell with a single glance that the Emperor was displeased. But he didn't want anyone to know and even wore a smile on his face.
'This is going to be a pain.'
Song Yunzhao pretended not to know a thing. She cheerfully welcomed the Emperor in, put on a curious expression, and asked, "Your Majesty, may I ask you something?"
Feng Yi turned his head to look at Song Yunzhao and noticed she seemed especially happy today, her eyes sparkling so brightly they could start a fire. A little curious himself, he asked, "What is it? Let's hear it."
'Tsk, still putting on airs!'
