"Your Majesty is hosting a banquet?" She asked in a low voice, her voice as soft as the rain falling outside the window.
"Yes." The maid Qiu Tao lowered her eyebrows and held the clothes in her hands, "It is said to be a reception banquet prepared for the second young lady of the Su family."
Suzhou's fingers paused, and the tip of the wooden hairpin lightly scratched his temple, leaving a faint red mark.
"Knew."
