Song Yunzhao said with a perfectly straight face, "Of course I'm going. All the others hope I won't, but don't think for a second I don't know what they're up to. I simply can't let them get what they want."
Feng Yi gazed intently at Song Yunzhao. 'Only she could make her jealousy sound as grand and righteous as a courtier presenting a memorial to the throne.'
If anyone else had said such a thing, Feng Yi would have left in a huff long ago. But for some reason, hearing Yun Zhao say it, especially paired with the fierce look she was deliberately feigning, made him feel quite pleased.
"What are you smiling at, Your Majesty?" Song Yunzhao asked, looking at Feng Yi with some confusion. 'His smiling at a time like this seems a bit frivolous.'
"I am moved by Zhaozhao's profound devotion to me, and have decided to grant your heartfelt desire."
Song Yunzhao: ...
'Could he please speak like a normal person? I feel like he's mocking me.'
