"Chen Hong?"
Upon hearing Ling'Er's words, Zhao Fujin was initially taken aback, then her pretty face turned slightly red, and a look of panic appeared in her eyes as she muttered:
"Why...why has he come? How could he still come here, to Fengyang Pavilion to find me?"
"Peach Blossom Soup, he made Peach Blossom Soup for me."
The corners of Zhao Fujin's mouth lifted into a smile as she unconsciously raised her hand to touch her red lips.
Zhao Jiangning was an experienced person.
The way Zhao Fujin looked at the moment clearly showed a shy and flustered demeanor, typical of someone whose love interest had come to visit.
However.
If she hadn't misheard, just now Ling'Er seemed to be saying that person was a...eunuch.
"Fujin is involved with a eunuch..." Zhao Jiangning furrowed her brows slightly.
"Your Highness..."
Receiving no response, Ling'Er tried calling once more.
