Crown Prince Consort!
Editor: Henyee Translations
"No, Young Sir. This servant wants to go back together with you," Baoyan stated resolutely.
Ding Yun didn't pay attention to her anymore. His mother had picked this maidservant off the streets and brought her back to the manor when she was young. She had stayed in his courtyard all this time, attending to his meals and lodgings, and she had always had an obstinate temperament.
Few could change her mind on the things she decided on, so Ding Yun also didn't bother to say more.
Meanwhile, Qiao Mu stared curiously at the extra-large bowl of noodles in front of her, and she impatiently grabbed inside the bowl with her small hand.
"Wait!" Cult Master Ding jumped in fright before quickly grasping her small hand. However, he felt like he was touching a small icicle, chilly without a hint of warmth.
He hastily put a pair of chopsticks into her palm. "How can you use your hand? It's very hot. Here, use chopsticks."