“You are a fool.”
Ouyang Feilong scolded the former young lady of a major family as he took out his handkerchief to wipe the drops of splattered ink on his face.
“It seems that I’m truly a fool.”
He raised a brow and waited to hear her reason.
“Otherwise, I wouldn’t give Your Majesty all my heart like this.”
His hand paused.
“Awwwwww.” Bai Yu beamed wide until her eyes were slits.
“Heh.” The corner of Ouyang Feilong’s mouth curved up. “Continue with the ink.”
Bai Yu shrugged, pretending not to see his smile. Her hand moved to start rubbing the ink stick again when a golden light flew into the peaceful palace. It was a golden magic letter in the form of a phoenix heading straight to Bai Yu.
“This…” A magic letter from Chu Zhaoran!
“Open it.”
“Y…Yes, Your Majesty.”