"Miss, the Emperor's sleeve has torn, and I do not know how to mend it. Could you please lend a hand?"
Eunuch Wang held out the garment with both hands and said to her with a cheerful smile.
Su Yan raised an eyebrow, glanced at the clothing in his hands, and picked up the top sleeve.
Without thinking, she blurted out, "Cut sleeve? The Emperor?"
In fact, her comment was one of surprise; she had meant to say, "This torn sleeve belongs to the Emperor?"
She was so astonished that she did not complete her sentence.
Eunuch Wang's jaw dropped to the ground as he quickly tried to explain, "The Emperor is not a 'cut sleeve'! Miss, please don't speak recklessly."
Su Yan opened her mouth and said with a hint of amusement, "I didn't say the Emperor was a 'cut sleeve.'"
"Ah?" It was then that Eunuch Wang realized he had misunderstood.
If he hadn't had that thought in his mind, how could he have misunderstood her words and instantly thought of the favor of the Longyang?
