“Sir Wei, why is your face filled with sorrow, as if you are reluctant to part with your Highness?” Mu Xi Yao had a lotus leaf soup arranged in front of her that she slowly stirred with a spoon. The stiff expression on Wei Zhen’s face made her gloat. Zong Zhenglin called him over this morning to receive his orders. See, now the person was standing in front of her, his expression all cautious. Was she scary?