Zheng Erniang was completely stunned.
'What Zheng Xiu wanted to auction was... the Red King's lunch?'
Zheng Erniang continued to massage Zheng Xiu for a while longer. As she worked, Zheng Xiu fell asleep. Looking at his sleeping face, so peaceful like a child's, she saw none of the tyrannical aura he usually had as a Prince. Zheng Erniang smiled, planted a light peck on Zheng Xiu's cheek, and tucked the thin blanket around him. The rest of the night passed peacefully.
The next day, Zheng Erniang began organizing and promoting the "Red King's Luncheon," sending shockwaves through the city's elite circles.
Even many nobles outside the Capital City heard about it and began to get ideas.
But the Red King, the "nuke" who had inexplicably set off this earthquake in high society, forgot all about the matter not long after giving Second Lady the idea.
To him, it didn't matter whether there was an auction or not. He just wanted to find something for Second Lady to do.
