Sweet Dreams

The emperor turned his head and saw Xie Ning's expression. Perhaps it was because he had just eaten a lot of tangyuan, his smile looked particularly sweet. He rested his chin on his hands, squinted his eyes, and revealed a hint of his teeth.

The emperor couldn't help but laugh and said, "I brought you here to see the lanterns, why do you keep looking at me? You will regret it if you don't look at the lanterns more, but it will be too late when we go back."

Xie Ning bit her lips and leaned closer, whispering, "Your Majesty looks much better than the lanterns."

"Really?" He touched his cheek. "These are the first words I've heard that compliment me like this."

"How did others used to compliment you before? It must have been a lot."

Of course, being the emperor, he would receive endless praises every day. Those scholars and poets who were full of rhetoric and flattery must have praised him in so many ways that surpassed what she had said.