With Suo Lun's familiar yet charming frivolous tone, Yi Manman couldn't quite believe her own ears. Her heart aflutter, she lifted her face and looked towards Suo Lun.
Suo Lun glanced inside the side hall. Apart from Zhuang Zhixuan, there were a few eunuchs and palace maids, and no one else.
He waved his hand and said, "Everyone except Zhuang Zhixuan, leave."
"Yes!" The eunuchs and palace maids all withdrew.
Suo Lun's hands mischievously reached for Yi Manman's slender waist. "It's been a few years, still so strong and sturdy? Did you really heed my advice and practice swordsmanship every day?"
Three years ago, Suo Lun had painted a picture for Yi Manman. It was of a heroine, how Yi Manman saw herself.
He then jokingly told her not to give up swordsmanship.
Yi Manman simply nodded her head dumbly.
Suo Lun pulled her up, sat down himself, and then tugged Yi Manman to sit on his lap.
