After a long while, Xie Zhan chuckled softly, poking her cheek with his finger. "Why is Feng Guang staring at me like that?"

"I'm willing, so what?" She kept her face tense, afraid that if she relaxed even slightly, the shyness she had suppressed would resurface.

“Since Fengguang is willing, then I am naturally happy to let Fengguang see me. However, Fengguang can drink the hangover soup first before continuing to watch me.” Xie Zhan picked up the medicine bowl and handed it to her.

Feng Guang thought about her headache and, instead of refusing in a bad mood, took the bowl, held her breath, and drank the water in it. After finishing, the unpleasant taste lingering in her mouth made her frown again. Suddenly, a candied fruit was stuffed into her mouth. She smacked her lips, and only after the taste of the medicine had disappeared did she look at him properly, pursed her lips, and said without any appreciation, "Looks like you're quite considerate after all."

"Of course, you should always be more considerate to those you are close to." He pulled out a handkerchief from somewhere and gently wiped the medicine residue from the corner of her lips. The smile in his eyes was especially tender at this moment.

For a fleeting moment, Fengguang was captivated by his tenderness, but quickly shook her head, pulling herself out of that reverie. She asked, "Where is this?"

He laughed, “The Imperial Palace.”

Feng Guang was clearly stunned for a moment. "Didn't my dad take me back?"

"Fengguang slept so soundly last night that I couldn't bear to wake you, so I let you stay in my room for the night." He said it in a serious tone, as if it were really true.

Feng Guang, however, only focused on one question: "Is this your room?"

"good."

"Where did you sleep last night?"

"Well..." Xie Zhan seemed a little embarrassed to say it, "I wanted to sleep in another room last night, but after Feng Guang got drunk, he seemed to become a bit unrestrained..."

"Stop talking! I understand!" Feng Guang interrupted him loudly, clutching her head and wailing. She knew what bad habits she had when she was drunk. Her increased frankness was secondary; more importantly, she had a particular fondness for being close to beautiful people… that is, good-looking people, regardless of gender. But last night, only Xie Zhan was there; there were no other beauties. So, if she wanted to make a move…

Ugh... Feng Guang felt a little uncomfortable, because he had seen her unreserved side.

She could almost picture how he would look at her, his niece, as she frantically tried to take advantage of him.

Given her status... even if she wanted to say "I will take responsibility for you," she couldn't bring herself to say it.

Seeing her sickly appearance, Xie Zhan couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"A little melancholy..."

Why the melancholy?

"I..." She sighed deeply, genuinely feeling melancholy, "You saw me looking bad, my image... sigh..."

"All Fengguang needs to do is be cute." Xie Zhan smiled gently, his lips curving upwards. "The so-called image or not is not important at all."

She stared at him, her gaze unwavering. "Did you say these things to Xie Yaoyao as well?"

"Why did you suddenly bring up Er Yatou again?" He was genuinely curious. Feng Guang seemed to have a peculiar obsession with Xie Yaoyao, always wanting to compare herself to her. This level of attention seemed to surpass his own.

Instead of answering why, Feng Guang continued to ask, "Did you say that or not?"

"No." Xie Zhan shook his head and smiled, "After all, not everyone in this world can be as lovely as Feng Guang."

Feng Guang blinked. "Third Uncle, did you take the wrong medicine today?"

"I am not sick and do not need to take medicine."

"Then why are you suddenly praising me like it's free, saying so many nice things one after another? Aren't you afraid I'll become more arrogant?"

"Does 'Feng Guang' mean 'being arrogant because of favor'?" Xie Zhan raised the corner of his eye slightly. In his dark eyes, even in this unseen abyss, there seemed to be a mesmerizing light. He looked at her intently. "If I could make Feng Guang arrogant because of favor, that would indeed be a good experience."

It's okay if she's a little more arrogant; she was born to be pampered.

He inexplicably had this magical feeling.