Bab 747: It Smells Really Good!

Wu Zhu'er paused when she heard this and shook her head strangely at her master.

Bian Guanshi also retracted his gaze. "No, I just feel that Your Highness' trusted aide looks intelligent…"

Wu Zhu'er heard his ambiguous tone and her throat rolled.

Then, she smiled awkwardly and bowed.

"It's getting late. I'll go back first," Bian Guanshi said.

After that night, Su Ji knew that as long as Bian Guanshi did not want to talk about it, he would not say it even if she put a knife to his neck.

She let it go.

She waved at him in the modern way of bidding farewell, then instructed Ai Yan and Ai Meng, "bring some pastries to the palanquin and give them to the old master."

Bian Guanshi was a man of virtue and had maintained the habit of not eating after noon for decades. He had no interest in the sinful midnight snacks.

If it was possible, he had a different request.

"I wonder if Your Highness can give me a different sedan chair…"