Leng Yu Yan knew that if she did not show some sincerity at this moment, the man before her was unlikely to lend a hand.
Father King had ridden into the Imperial Palace on horseback, while she had arrived in a horse carriage.
Because she was still on her period, Xiaoshan drove particularly slowly.
Father King was an expert horseman and was doubtless already in the Imperial Palace. By now, Father King was probably already drinking with the Emperor.
The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became, her hands twisting together as she raised her eyes to look at him.
It was too late to prepare delicious food for him, so what could she do?
At this moment, Ye Yiheng's voice, cold and clear as jade, rang out, "Where is the Commandery Princess's continued sincerity in our transaction?"
Leng Yu Yan bit her lip lightly, right, sincerity!
When she had taken the initiative to discuss cooperation with him, she mentioned... warming his bed...
