Moreover, they were made by the imperial chef.
Lu Liangwei's inner conflict did not last for long, and she quickly got out of bed and put on her shoes.
Long Yang smiled, then took a pink cloak down from the folding screen and draped it around her shoulders.
Lu Liangwei turned her head to glance at him. "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Long Yang stroked her hair. "You're welcome, my Empress."
There was a pause in Lu Liangwei's footsteps. Meeting his smiling eyes, she suddenly felt a little guilty.
She remembered what she had said in the garden during the day.
Long Chi said she was shameless for considering herself Empress before even marrying into the palace.
At that time, she did not mind his words, but now hearing Long Yang's teasing tone, she could not help feeling called out.
