Shen Lang raised an eyebrow slightly. "Your Majesty doesn't believe me?"
As she spoke, she pursed her lips, removed the phoenix hairpin, and held it before Jiang Yu's eyes. "You see? I even put the hairpin on."
Jiang Yu watched her quietly, their gazes seemingly piercing straight into each other's hearts.
...His heart suddenly melted into a puddle.
'She's being coy.'
At this realization, it was as if fireworks had instantly bloomed in Jiang Yu's mind. The fervent heat in his dark pupils was impossible to hide.
"I believe you."
'He would believe anything his Yin'er said.'
"I'm craving crispy duck."
"I already had the Imperial Kitchen prepare some."
Jiang Yu took the phoenix hairpin and personally secured it in her jet-black chignon. He tilted his head, his eyes crinkling with a smile. "I have a Dragon Pattern Hairpin, too. With this one of yours... it makes a perfect pair."
