Su Yingxue Wants to Cook
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Su Yingxue's eyes widened. Chu Yihan's ethereal and handsome face was mere inches away, emanating a cold and restrained aura with a hint of subtle allure. She swallowed nervously, feeling as though she might be drawn into him.
"Your Highness, about the mother and daughter in the main hall..." Mo Qi was about to seek instructions when he witnessed the scene before him, causing him to freeze in place.
Suddenly, Su Yingxue pushed Chu Yihan away and pretended to squat down to play with Shan Bao.
Chu Yihan shot a menacing glance at Mo Qi.
Mo Qi's legs trembled, his mind racing, "Was it too late to buy a coffin now?"
"Tell them to leave!" Chu Yihan's face turned grim, his displeasure evident.
As Mo Qi was about to leave, Su Yingxue called out, "Wait! It's not dinner time yet. Why rush them away?"
Su Yingxue's words revived Mo Qi, "Princess Consort, do you mean to have them stay for dinner?"