The attendant pushed the wheelchair in.
Lu Shiyan sat on the wheelchair, his gaze briefly passing over Lu Ying and Shen Yinning before sweeping toward the dumplings on the small Buddha table. In a gentle tone, he asked, "What's this? Did Fourth Brother not eat enough at the palace banquet?"
Lu Ying set down his chopsticks. "On a whim, I wanted to feed the Shen lady some dumplings. Has Royal Brother ever fed the Shen lady before?"
Lu Shiyan remained silent.
In his youth, he'd been deeply infatuated with Zhaozhao, but his feelings never crossed the bounds of propriety. Aside from the evening before he departed for Jiangnan, when he embraced and kissed Zhaozhao in the Shen Garden gazebo, he had never done anything untoward to her.
Such an intimate act as feeding her food had certainly never happened.
