My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

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Wu Yuemei said this, and Cheng Guang naturally wouldn't refute, but only smiled in response, his gaze toward the Queen of the South Ming still held a touch of playfulness.

This Queen of the South Ming really did inherit a certain tradition of the wistful crown prince, steadfast as ever in her tortoise-like demeanor.

Here she was, ridiculing herself, and yet she managed to keep her cool.

No matter what she was thinking, at least on the surface, she maintained her poised and regal demeanor perfectly.

After Wu Yuemei spoke to Cheng Guang, she then looked toward the Queen of the South Ming with a hint of apology.

"Ming Xian, Guanger is still young, so his words can be boundless, I hope you won't take offense."

The Queen of the South Ming pursed her red lips, finding Wu Yuemei's explanation laughable in her heart. So young? How old exactly is he for you to say that, your son clearly thinks with his lower half rather than his brain.

The Queen of the South Ming shifted her gaze away from Cheng Guang, and even though her heart harbored increased dislike for him, she kept a warm and cordial facade, her voice as clear and elegant as a solitary orchid, she laughed:

"It's fine, my nephew is handsome and dashing, with no lack of young maidens in the world to choose from, who would set their sights on an old and faded woman like me?"

With that, the Queen of the South Ming walked back to her chair and slowly sat down again.

As the Queen said this, Wu Yuemei couldn't help but shake her head and laugh, "Ming Xian, what are you saying? If you're old and faded, then how could there be any room for other women in the capital city?"

"It's just that my son isn't fortunate enough."

"That's not true; you honor me too highly, Yuemei."

After hearing these words, the Queen of the South Ming smiled a dignified and genial smile, pressing her red lips together. She returned the compliments, leaving Wu Yuemei brimming with laughter.

The two of them interacted surprisingly harmoniously without Cheng Guang's involvement.

Cheng Guang, pleased with his leisure, sat down in a corner and observed the Queen of the South Ming, as if her face flowered with blossoms, watching her without cease.

The Queen of the South Ming was already barely tolerating being looked at by Cheng Guang, struggling to suppress the irritation within her heart, but how could she have imagined that Cheng Guang had no shame at all, his gaze practically welded onto her from the very beginning, never straying for long.

No one had ever dared to scrutinize her so blatantly.

Ordinary people, even some nobles, wouldn't dare to look at her this way. Just meeting her gaze, they would bow their heads, not daring to look directly at her face.

Perhaps it was the advantage of her status, or perhaps her beauty was truly too stunning, making others feel unworthy.

For whatever reason, the feeling of Cheng Guang staring made the Queen of the South Ming's scalp tingle with discomfort.

Her purpose of coming here was dualfold; firstly, to understand how Cheng Guang the Princely Heir found out about the Devil Clan hidden beneath the canal, and secondly, to see if there was any chance to deal with the Princely Heir quietly.

To achieve these goals, she must have more interactions with Cheng Guang, preferably in private circumstances.

The Queen of the South Ming had initially planned to pretend to care, using her position as an aunt to inquire and then make an effort to spend some time alone with Cheng Guang.

Now it seemed, there was no need for an effort; she might just need a slight gesture, and Cheng Guang would take the bait.

The Queen of the South Ming uncomfortably twisted her delicate body and glanced outside the hall, then smiled at Wu Yuemei: "Yuemei, it's getting late, should I leave now?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Yuemei, as if suddenly realizing, glanced outside at the courtyard, and seeing that it was just past midday, quickly spoke to retain her:

"It's just about time for a meal; how about eating before you go?"

"We don't have any extravagant Spirit Food prepared in the mansion for a banquet, we'll just eat something simple. I remember you used to like Yurong Cake,"

The Queen's frown eased a bit, but then she knitted her brows again, feigning difficulty, she said, "Well, alright then."

"I particularly enjoy the Yurong Cake you make, Yuemei; others just don't suit my taste..."

Wu Yuemei, seeing the Queen consent, showed a tender smile, evidently very pleased.

She hadn't expected the Queen to mention the Yurong Cake she made, which she missed.

Knowing her cooking was liked by others filled Wu Yuemei with a strong sense of satisfaction, she immediately said with a laugh:

"Then I'll personally cook for you this time."

Wu Yuemei stood up and was about to leave when she caught Cheng Guang's eye and tapped his forehead, saying, "Guanger, keep your aunt company here. I'll have the servants prepare some Spirit Food and make some Yurong Cake for your aunt to try."

Cheng Guang shifted his gaze from the Queen of the South Ming and obediently said, "Understood, Mother."

Wu Yuemei moved swiftly away with the grace of a lotus flower.

Soon, only Cheng Guang and the Queen of the South Ming remained in the reception hall of the southeastern courtyard, along with a few servants attending by the side.

The air momentarily fell silent.

When Cheng Guang's gaze landed on the Queen of the South Ming again, he found that this time she was staring directly at him, her noble eyes filled with displeasure, her beautiful face turning completely dark after Wu Yuemei left.

Even though her expression wasn't pleasant, facing Cheng Guang, the Queen still managed to muster a stiff smile.