Yin Weiyin truly felt like crying without tears.
And he walked over from afar, stopping in front of her.
"Is this for me? Thanks." Chen Yi casually reached out and took the Heavenly King statue, throwing out the comment, "Truly obedient."
Yin Weiyin watched helplessly as the Heavenly King statue in her hand ended up in his.
Just some polite words—how could you be so rude? Couldn't you at least decline it first…
The female crown's heart felt like it was bleeding. She had lost count of how many times she had made offerings to him like this.
He was her ill-fated star.
Footsteps sounded behind them; the two women of the East Palace, Lu Ying among them, were approaching. Yin Weiyin gritted her teeth. Without asking for anything, she only remarked indifferently:
"Naturally."
"Namo Shakyamuni Buddha, how generous this lady benefactor is." The monk from the Western Region held his hands together in prayer and recited a blessing in Sanskrit.
