Xia Yuqing twitched and turned around. Facing Feng Tingye’s curious and joking expression, she smirked: “Picking soap is…that’s Jiang Feizao (feizao = soap). Yes, I meant we met Jiang Feizao today. Yes, yes, that’s it.”

“Really?” The smile on Feng Tingye’s face made Xia Yuqing instinctively feel danger coming. She couldn’t help but step back two steps, lacking confidence: “Of course, how could Chen Qie deceive the emperor?”

Feng Tingye flipped his palm, immediately pulling the little wooden figurine into his sleeves. He reached out, picked up Xia Yuqing’s back collar, turned and left: “Then Ai Fei will explain to me this evening why my little wooden man has a relationship with that girl Jiang Zhaorou.”

“…”

Everyone looked at the backs of the two gradually fading away, they could faintly hear the voice of someone bargaining.

“How could Your Majesty have anything to do with Jiang Feizao?! Chen Qie just said it casually, Your Majesty should not take it so serioudly, OK?”

“Well, ok.”

“Really?!”

“As long as Ai Fei tells me what ‘picking up soap’ is.”

“Can we change it to something else?” Ultra Seme Lord, believe me, you don’t want to know the true meaning of the term ‘picking up soap’! It will peel off a lot of layers.

“Not speaking? Then there is nothing to say.”

“…Woo, Chen Qie knows she is wrong, please forgive Chen Qie this time.”

“Huh? What did Ai Fei just say? I didn’t hear it.”

“…Don’t pretend that you didn’t hear what I just said!”

“Huh?”

“…”

Everyone looked at the two people who were flirting and cursing even in other people’s homes. They silently looked up at the sky. They didn’t see anything, they didn’t see anything at all.

The summer nights were still lively as the sound of frogs and insects outside the window converged into one. The gentle moonlight sneaked into the house along the window, reflecting the young man who had not fallen asleep inside.

Feng Tingye gazed at the two figurines in his hands under the moonlight. For a long time, various emotions rolled in his deep eyes. With the dim lighting, it was difficult to see what he was thinking at the moment.

An hour ago, the red silk covering was warm. When the heat wave slowly faded, a certain animal took advantage of Xia Yuqing’s delirious state and asked, “Ai Fei, what’s picking up soap?”

“Um…” Xia Yuqing’s face was slightly red. There was still a layer of mist in her eyes, but she instinctively resisted the question, “Pick up soap, can’t say, I can’t say. Ultra Seme Lord would be angry.”

Feng Tingye was taken aback. Listening to Xia Yuqing talking to him with words that no one had heard before, his lips raised slightly, but he gave up the question and asked another.

“Then Ai Fei, when Wen Zhong and Yun Xi brought back wooden figures as a token of love, they were in pairs, but Ai Fei, you only made Zhen one small wooden figure. Is it possible that Ai Fei…”

Who said there is only one? I made one for myself, okay?” Xia Yuqing yawned sleepily, and whispered in protest from within the small quilt on the side.

Feng Tingye had a trace of clarity. He couldn’t help but smile when he looked at someone who was about to wrap themselves into a silkworm. He stretched out his hand to pull the little quilt that was wrapped around her, and continued to ask: “Where is the little wooden figure of Ai Fei