Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Mo Qi was earnestly flattering, and his survival instinct grew stronger.
Su Yingxue had a feeling that not only Chu Yihan but also the old steward and Mo Qi, as well as the chefs in the prince’s mansion, might have lost their sense of smell!
The smell emanating from the dishes on the table was unpleasant!
However, Chu Yihan seemed to be enjoying his meal. Su Yingxue rubbed her stomach and felt hungry.
She served herself a bowl of rice and began eating. But when she took her first bite, tears welled up in her eyes.
She suddenly felt sorry for Chu Yihan.
But when she paused, Chu Yihan poured her a glass of water. “Eat slowly,” he said gently. His actions were unexpectedly tender, resembling those of an ordinary husband, without a trace of pride or nobility.
Su Yingxue drank the water he offered. Whether it was due to her taste buds failing or an illusion of happiness and sweetness, she found the taste of her poorly cooked food to be delicious.
Together with Chu Yihan, they almost finished the dishes she had prepared.
Mo Qi and the old steward looked hungry.
After the meal, Chu Yihan took Su Yingxue for a stroll in the garden.
As the old steward instructed the servants to clear the table, he had a thought. “Are the dishes made by the princess consort truly so wonderful? Your Highness has never eaten so much.”
Mo Qi shared this doubt.
The two exchanged glances, then simultaneously picked up their chopsticks and tasted the food.
Mo Qi’s expression immediately contorted. “Your Highness, is your sense of taste… do Your Highness need to see a doctor?”
The old steward quickly drank some water to compose himself, then patted Mo Qi’s shoulder. “That’s the taste of happiness. You’ll understand once you’re married.”
Mo Qi shook his head, still somewhat shaken. “If I need to see a doctor for my sense of taste after marriage, I’d rather not get married.”
This ailment couldn’t be cured in a short time!
In the main hall, Ye Zhenzhen and Su Xinlan were left behind. The old steward mentioned that Chu Yihan might want to see them, so Ye Zhenzhen insisted on waiting until Chu Yihan arrived!
However, it was late at night. Not only Chu Yihan, but even the servants of the prince’s mansion needed to rest.
The old steward sent two guards to escort Ye Zhenzhen and Su Xinlan out.
Ye Zhenzhen was full of joy, thinking that Chu Yihan was finally going to see her, but to her surprise, when she stepped out, she found herself outside the gates of the prince’s mansion.
Realizing this, she immediately rushed back inside. “Where’s Your Highness? Didn’t you say you’d take us to see Your Highness? How dare you take us out of the mansion? What’s your name? If you dare to neglect us , I’ll tell Your Highness!”
The guards of the mansion were battle-hardened soldiers who had served with Chu Yihan. They had stern faces and imposing auras.
The guard coldly informed them, “Your Highness never mentioned wanting to see you. He has retired for the night. Leave quickly and don’t soil the mansion grounds!”
“You…” Su Xinlan’s eyes widened, enraged by the guard’s words.
“Outrageous! We are guests of the prince’s mansion. Your Highness is busy with official matters, hence asking us to wait. Now that he wishes to summon us at night, you dare to drive me out. Beware, Your Highness might chop off your heads! Get out of the way and let me in. I want to see Your Highness!”
Ye Zhenzhen’s face paled. Her hairpin trembled violently as she attempted to push past.
The guard swiftly drew a gleaming knife and pressed it against her neck. “How dare you! This is the Ninth Prince’s Mansion, not a place for your antics. Your Highness has been with the Princess all day and has no official duties. You’ve been a nuisance in the mansion and still refuse to leave. If you cause any more disturbance, I’ll take your heads first and then report to Your Highness!”