Wuxin stood off to the side in Xiao Moxian's study and watched his master broodingly sip his tea. If the liquid wasn't so hot, Wuxin was certain Xiao Moxian would down it all like a shot of liquor.
They had just returned from the imperial Lantern Festival banquet. All night long, Wuxin had observed Nangong Yao try every trick under the sun to get close to Xiao Moxian. First it was lingering around the palace entrance so that she could enter with him; then it was offering him a toast—several times, in fact—during the meal. During the various games and activities, she somehow always ended up beside him. There was a lot of giggling and unnecessary chit-chat in her attempts to talk with the fifth prince.
