Perhaps out of guilt, Xi Xizhi has been sullen these days, lying all day on An Honghan's thigh, going nowhere.
Seeing the spiritless little mink, An Honghan's sword-like eyebrows furrowed deeply as he commanded the imperial kitchen daily to prepare the mink's favorite food. While reviewing memorials to the throne, An Honghan would often take the time to stroke the mink's fur and observe its expressions.
Lin En, having witnessed this repeatedly, naturally knew that His Majesty was troubled and served him fearfully every day. Carrying an invitation, Lin En entered Panlong Palace, "Your Majesty, the Right Minister has sent an invitation for his grandson's full month celebration tomorrow."
An Honghan seemed lost in thought and responded to Lin En's question with a casual nod of his head.