"My thanks for Your Majesty's gracious gift."
After all, it was something presented by the Emperor; regardless of the circumstances, one must display ample courtesy.
Yet undeniably, Lin Yi's heart did indeed feel a touch of warmth; this young Emperor truly has a knack for thoughtfulness.
Caressing the cloak in his hands, Lin Yi could tell that the material was exceptional, and he recognized it to be the very cloak the Emperor often wore on his nocturnal outings.
Moreover, as he held the cloak, a faint fragrance wafted slowly to Lin Yi's nose.
This was a scent he knew all too well, the very one that emanated from the young Emperor himself.
He couldn't help but inhale deeply through his nose.
The lady in white who witnessed this scene couldn't help but curl her lips disdainfully, silently spat in contempt, and cursed Lin Yi as a philanderer.
Sensing something amiss, just as the lady in white's expression began to reveal itself, Lin Yi suddenly looked up directly at her.
