"Look, I've picked the bright moon for you. One for you and one for Qian'er. How about it? Isn't your husband impressive? Ahem, Qingjun, you mustn't cheat."
He blinked and coughed lightly, then quickly added, perhaps afraid of being misunderstood, "This is truly the most suitable moon I could pick for now... Well, actually there's a better suited bright moon. Most of my busy time in Great Li has been for it, but there was a small mishap, and I couldn't get it... Sorry Qingjun."
Zhao Rong wanted to scratch his head, but his hands were already occupied.
Little Qian'er looked curious.
This was a promise between Miss and Brother Rong. She wasn't present at the time.
The little girl glanced at both their expressions, seeing Miss smiling but not moving. She prepared to take the Nine Heavens Cold Palace flower from his hand, mainly because she felt sorry for Brother Rong and didn't want to see him holding it continuously.
