Yingmei bowed respectfully and replied, "The sedan chair was waiting outside the gate, but Miss Mu declined and walked to the palace gate herself."

Xuanming was taken aback when he heard this.

The little girl looks so gentle and weak, but she's actually so stubborn?

Was she sulking?

As Yingmei tidied the table and walked out, she heard Xuanming instructing her to prepare a new batch of pastries for the day and send it to the Mu residence.

The Shadow Demon was puzzled, but still obeyed the order and went to carry it out.

"Did I do something wrong?" Xuan Ming lay on the bed, his hand on his forehead, his voice low.

The shadow marked the book that Xuanming had just been reading and put it away.

"His Highness is doing all this for her own good. I believe Miss Mu will think it through herself," Shadow said coldly.

Xuanming remained expressionless. "In the end, it did affect her. Although our dynasty doesn't have other major ideological corruptions, the breaking of an engagement still has an impact on women."

Although it had an impact, it was still better than being widowed shortly after getting married to him.

The shadow moved its lips, as if it wanted to say something to comfort their king.

But he knew that after all these years, what the king needed least was comfort.

From initially rejecting it, to now accepting my condition.

Xuanming was silent for a moment, then said again, "Go and fetch the Grand Tutor to the palace."

The shadow was taken aback.

“If Miss Mu has been wronged, she will want to settle accounts with me herself and find a better sedan chair,” Xuan Ming said calmly.

The shadow didn't move. Xuan Ming opened his eyes and looked at him. "Is there anything else?"

"Your Highness, you should rest."

The implication was that they would see the Grand Tutor again tomorrow.

Xuanming didn't speak, but just stared intently at the shadow.

Shadow resignedly went out to invite the Grand Tutor.