Chapter 7: “It’s Really Delicious!” “Gu Sui, you delivered yourself to me.”…

Gu Sui walked up to the warm chamber, the carved door half-closed. He looked around and found that there was actually no one guarding here.

After thinking for a few seconds, Gu Sui knocked on the door with his knuckles.

“Come in.”

A familiar voice came through. Gu Sui gently pushed the door open and walked in.

The room was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood, mixed with the warm air.

Gu Sui walked around the landscape screen and saw the woman sitting in the center.

She had her eyes closed, resting her chin slightly, with a ray of morning light seeping in from the window, coating her cold and beautiful face with a layer of light gold.

The cinnabar bead hanging from her left earlobe glowed, melting away some of the indifference around her.

Gu Sui walked a little closer, his breath catching in his throat for a moment.

He admitted that when he first saw her, he had some impure thoughts. He had never seen such a stunningly beautiful face before.

As if sculpted by the hand of God, her delicate features blended together perfectly, both aloof and gorgeous.

Just one glance was enough to make one unable to forget.

But Gu Sui didn’t get to admire her for long.

“Where’s the tea?”

Her beautifully shaped lips parted slightly, spilling out cold words.

She still didn’t open her eyes, ordering him as a matter of course. Gu Sui puffed out his cheeks.

No wonder no one was guarding outside. She just let him in directly like this.

She mistook him for her maid.

He walked to the table, picked up the kettle on it. There was hot water, but no tea leaves.

Gu Sui simply poured her a cup of plain water and placed it on the small table beside her hand. He stood in front of her with his arms crossed, tapping his long fingers.

He wanted to see when she would discover him.

Mu Jiulu seemed too lazy to open her eyes. She took the teacup and brought it to her lips.

She was wearing a red robe embroidered with gold python patterns. The wide sleeves covered her movements. Gu Sui couldn’t see that the corners of her lips curled up slightly as she touched the cup.

Mu Jiulu drank the tea as if nothing was amiss, without the slightest reaction. Gu Sui frowned slightly.

What was wrong with her? Had she lost her sense of taste?

She couldn’t even tell the difference between tea and plain boiled water?

“What time is it?”

Her clear voice rang out. Gu Sui didn’t answer. Then he heard her ask again,

“Has the Emperor arrived yet?”

Gu Sui still didn’t respond.

“Why aren’t you answering?”

The Regent seemed a bit dissatisfied, but her eyes remained closed.

Gu Sui gritted his teeth and lowered his voice.

“Mu Jiulu!”

He dared to say that she had discovered something was off long ago!

With her keen senses, how could she possibly keep mistaking him for her maid?

Only then did Mu Jiulu slowly open her eyes, a hint of faint confusion flashing in her ink-black pupils.

“Master Gu? Why are you here?”

Gu Sui: “……”

Keep pretending, go on.

“I knocked, and you told me to come in.”

There was a trace of irritation in his voice. Mu Jiulu retracted her hand that was supporting her chin and leaned back.

With her eyes open, there was a hint of willfulness between her brows.

“Oh? This King thought it was Yan Wu.”

She fiddled with her thumb ring and raised her eyes to look at the young man standing before her with his mouth half open. In the depths of her eyes was an imperceptible hint of surprise.

Perhaps Gu Sui himself thought that cutting his long hair like this wouldn’t seem abrupt.

But in the eyes of others, he was particularly special, even more so in Mu Jiulu’s eyes.

He was incompatible with this world.

Even his eyes were haughty.

“Master Gu, why have you come to see this King? Do you want to snatch the embroidered ball again?”

Mu Jiulu looked him up and down casually and asked indifferently.

Gu Sui didn’t mind her gaze, but he disliked her unfamiliar tone.

There were always some emotions in her eyes that he couldn’t understand, disappearing in a flash.

He thought, could she remember something deep in her mind to act this way?

“I said I’d give it to you for safekeeping first. I’m a man of my word. Have you eaten breakfast yet?”

Gu Sui flashed a warm and sunny smile.

Mu Jiulu was dazzled for a moment and just nodded in response.

Gu Sui took out the paper package from his sleeve and handed it to her.

“It’s alright then. Try this, I remember you like it.”

When the two were still roommates, Gu Sui was in charge of the three meals a day, so he knew exactly what she liked.

He still remembered the first time he fried peanuts for her. She only glanced at the brown stuff with white specks in the plate and expressed disgust.

However, after Gu Sui’s persuasion, Mu Jiulu tried one and immediately fell silent.

In the end, Gu Sui only got to eat one-third of the plate of fried peanuts that day.

“Master Gu has gone to great lengths to find out this King’s preferences. How thoughtful of you.”