The next morning, Gu Nian knocked on the door right on time.
Qin Muye was the one who opened it.
The Prince frowned at the young man before him, his voice laced with morning grumpiness. "Spit it out."
Gu Nian held up the breakfast in his hands and said with a straight face, "The female master has a meeting at nine. It's already eight-thirty, so I made breakfast."
"It looks okay," Qin Muye said, glancing at the breakfast before taking it.
'He didn't knock it out of my hands? And he even complimented it?'
Gu Nian immediately felt that something was off.
But on closer inspection, the feeling became even more pronounced.
Although Qin Muye was incredibly grumpy in the morning, the corners of his eyes held an unconcealable sweetness.
It was as if... he had just experienced some tremendous joy.
'Did something happen between him and Qingli last night?'
But there were no tell-tale marks on Qin Muye's neck or collarbone.
