Han Qiao sent someone to ask if Heng Yi wanted to go home for dinner.
Heng Yi asked Emperor Zhao Qian, "Will you join us to eat at the manor, Your Highness?"
"Will your wife personally cook?" Emperor Zhao Qian asked.
Heng Yi pursed his lips, the inviting look on his face gone.
He watched Emperor Zhao Qian with an unwelcoming expression.
"My wife woke up very early today and slept very late last night. She won't be cooking."
He rejected him completely.
Emperor Zhao Qian smiled, "Just make some. There's no need to make too many dishes."
"..."
Heng Yi thought for a moment and said, "The chef is also very good."
"You just can't bear to let your wife cook." Emperor Zhao Qian teased.
"I really can't bear to."
Heng Yi admitted.
He didn't think that there was anything he couldn't admit.
"Alright, alright. Lead the way,"
Emperor Zhao Qian let Heng Yi lead the way.