"So I suddenly got interested and started imitating the romantic tales of talented scholars and beautiful women from storybooks. Guess what happened when I went there?"
Shen Meizhuang asked, "What's wrong? Tell us quickly, you're really making us anxious to death!"
An Lingrong laughed and said, "Sister Mei, you may be in a hurry, but I'm not. I don't care about discussing poetry and literature. Sister Huan is dignified and elegant; she can't do anything like that."
Sun Miaoqing tapped her right index finger repeatedly and said slyly, "Just because Huanhuan can't do it doesn't mean the Emperor can't."
Shen Meizhuang's expression changed, and she said urgently, "Your Majesty? Surely not!"
"When we're with the Emperor, isn't he always quite serious?"
An Lingrong's expression was unnatural. The chubby orange cat was usually quite serious, but just that little bit of warm, amorous scent on his clothes was enough to make him seem like a completely different person.
He glanced at Sun Miaoqing furtively, recalling what he had overheard: that the bold Consort Sun and the Emperor had also been in the Imperial Garden.
An Lingrong secretly guessed that perhaps the Emperor liked this!
Just as Sun Miaoqing was about to reply, she looked up and saw An Lingrong's strange expression, which seemed both shy and embarrassed.
Then, considering her status as a master perfumer, and the fact that Big Fat Orange seemed to go to her place more often, like Hua Fei's, it suddenly dawned on me.
[Has An Xiaoniao already made a move against the chubby orange cat?]
When I mentioned that the chubby orange cat in the Imperial Garden was behaving unruly, she didn't seem surprised at all; instead, she looked quite shy.
[Could it be... that she and the chubby orange cat had tried it?! Oh my god, what a shocking revelation!]
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