Meanwhile, Flowey was struggling with the food on the table, wielding chopsticks wrapped in vines, when Lin Ye suddenly frowned.
"What's wrong?" Flowey asked. "What's with that look? Has something gone bad?"
"No... it's nothing." Lin Ye shook his head and put on an expression as though nothing had happened.
Hopefully, that feeling I just had was wrong.
Flowey rolled his eyes at Lin Ye. "Tch. Tell me or don't. Whatever."
After the banquet that evening, Duke Zhao of Yan invited Lin Ye and Flowey to tour the palace, but Lin Ye politely declined.
The attempt to win him over was a little too obvious.
The curious Flowey, however, kept burrowing into the palace to take a look, then burrowing back out.
Finally losing patience, Lin Ye grabbed Flowey and instantly refined... ahem, sorry, wrong story.
Lin Ye yanked Flowey out by the roots. "Stop burrowing around! Do you really think the palace is your home, where you can come and go as you please?!"
Flowey curled his lip and gave Lin Ye a speechless look, his face practically screaming, "None of your damn business."
Lin Ye snorted. "Stay away from court affairs. Don't go running into those ministers and let them use you without even realizing it."
Without a word, Flowey wrapped himself around Lin Ye's arm and quietly became an ornament.
Early the next morning, the sky was still dark and gloomy.
"Get up! Get up!" Flowey waved his vines anxiously, poking Lin Ye's sleeping face hard as he shouted.
Bleary-eyed, Lin Ye mumbled and slowly sat up on the bed. "It's not even light out yet, is it? Let me sleep a little longer... wait, no!"
His eyes flew open, and he was instantly wide awake.
"Ha, good thing you managed to wake up." Seeing how