"Servant wouldn't dare," Chen Mo prostrated himself.
"Wouldn't dare? You sent this palace rouge, yet you say you wouldn't dare? Do you not know that in the Great Song, a man giving rouge to a woman indicates a token of love?" Xiao Yunxi sat up, her voluminous skirts trailing elegantly behind her, her expression in those narrow phoenix eyes undefined.
"Your Grace, please forgive me. Servant entered the palace from a young age and truly did not know that rouge had such a meaning. Undoubtedly, I've offended Your Grace. I beg Your Grace for forgiveness."
Despite this, there was no fear in Chen Mo's heart. From past events, he knew he could act intimately with her after the postnatal day and didn't believe she would do anything to him over this matter.
Of course, he couldn't directly say, "Yes, that is precisely what I meant."
"Raise your head," Xiao Yunxi said.
Chen Mo slowly lifted his head.
