The three people frowned simultaneously when they saw him.
Song Zhuo: "..."
That frown was so noticeable, he saw it all.
Is this—a sign of dislike towards him?
And that is indeed the case.
Ning Hongze and the others were indeed looking down on him.
They were relieved that he hadn't woken up and joined in their dinner the previous night.
It allowed them to have a proper reunion.
"You—are you not welcoming me?"
Song Zhuo raised an eyebrow.
How could that be?
Steward Wei was the first to come to his senses. He hurriedly arranged a seat for the Emperor and ordered someone to bring him bowls and chopsticks.
"Your Majesty, would you like to dine here?"
Ning Hong hesitated, holding her chopsticks, and asked a question.
"What? You don't want to?"
"Not at all, it's just that the Emperor's daughter is of noble birth, so we should always be extra careful."
"Duke of Wei need not worry."
Song Zhuo's lips twitched slightly. "I myself have dined in this mansion many times in the past."
He spent most of his childhood at the Duke of Wei's mansion—
Thinking of this, Song Zhuo couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic.
He picked up a fish roll with his chopsticks and placed it in Ning Changxi's bowl.
Ning Changxi was stunned, staring blankly at the fish roll.
But my heart was filled with even more complex emotions—
He—still remembered that she liked fish rolls—
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Don't be shy, you've loved eating this since you were little."
He still remembered that, in order to ensure that she could eat these things after entering the palace, he had specially arranged for the imperial chefs to come to the Duke of Wei's mansion to learn for a long time, hoping that Changxi could eat happily after entering the palace.
At the dinner table, all four people suddenly fell silent.
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