The Queen looked at Qinghe again and again, not wanting to part. It was the first time her son had shown such a warm and pleasant demeanor towards a woman. And he had cooked for her, which was truly unforgettable. Her son had actually gone so far as to cook for a woman.
Suddenly feeling a chill down her spine, the Queen's sharp gaze shot towards the source of her discomfort. It was only a moment, but she felt a thud in her heart and quickly turned her head and nonchalantly called the butler to usher them away to change clothes. Remembering how she was warned by that pair of cold, emotionless eyes, her heart contracted. The Queen couldn't help but ponder whether she had done something wrong, displeased that formidable being. This was no laughing matter; she had to think it through carefully.
Even Queen Bill had no time to pay attention to him, let alone Qinghe, who was deep in thought.
