C893 Killing Intent

As they entered the inner hall, Yue Jinhuang remained oblivious to their conversation, maintaining her innocent smile. "Mother, why don't you stay for dinner tonight?"

Feng Changge forced a smile. "Alright."

Yue Jinglou glanced at the affectionate mother and son, feeling a storm of emotions. "What, the Emperor isn't planning to invite his Royal Uncle to stay?"

Yue Jinhuang's smile vanished