After drinking three bowls in succession, Huang Xiao watched Zhao Yunhui take a silk handkerchief from inside her robes and gently wipe the corner of his mouth. With what seemed a touch of playful reproach, she said, "Look at you. Even if you're trying to make me happy, there's no need to rush so much. You've got it all over your mouth."
Huang Xiao smiled awkwardly. He knew perfectly well how Zhao Yunhui felt about him, but this was something he truly found difficult to face.
"I've made a fool of myself, Junior Sister, and dirtied your handkerchief too," Huang Xiao said, somewhat embarrassed.
"It's all right." Zhao Yunhui put away the handkerchief and smiled faintly.
Huang Xiao felt there was something strange about Zhao Yunhui now, but for the moment, he could not say where that strangeness came from.
"All right, I won't disturb your rest any longer, Senior Brother." Zhao Yunhui gathered up the bowls and spoon and rose.
"Thank you for the lotus seed soup, Junior Sister," Huang Xiao said.
"If you like it, Senior Brother, I'll make it for you again when I have time." Zhao Yunhui covered her mouth and chuckled softly. "I'll be going, then."
"I'll walk you back," Huang Xiao said hurriedly.
"There's no need. We're inside the Imperial Palace. I'll be fine." Zhao Yunhui shook her head.
After seeing Zhao Yunhui to the door, Huang Xiao went back inside.
Indeed, they were deep inside the Imperial Palace, and it was so late. Given his status, it really was not appropriate for him to remain with Zhao Yunhui.
Once back in his room, Huang Xiao felt rather puzzled. Zhao Yunhui's behavior today had truly been unusual.
Naturally, she knew about the matter with Cao Wuxin, yet she seemed to have no reaction to