Just like that, with a few sentences, Su Yan found herself inexplicably sold.
Someone began days on end of justifiable recuperation and healing.
She wasn’t sure whether it was the lingering effects of the poison or something else, but Su Yan felt... the Prince was getting clingier by the day.
In the morning, before dawn had even broken, she heard a knock at the door.
Upon opening it, she was met with the anxious face of Chunhua.
"Oh dear, why have you only just opened the door? His Highness has awakened and requires your presence before the candles are lit to accompany him in reading ’miscellaneous history’."
Without waiting for Su Yan to dress properly, Chunhua rushed her towards the side palace.
When day broke and Su Yan went to prepare tea for her master, Nantang found her in the tearoom.
Nantang’s tone was as cold as ever
"His Highness is looking for you."
Su Yan rubbed her eyes and nodded,
"I’ll be right there."
With that, she continued to stand in front of the tea table pouring water, brewing tea.
Nantang, who had been standing at the door, stepped into the room when he observed that Su Yan hadn’t left immediately.
He took the Purple Sand Pot from her hand.
"The master does not like to wait. Hurry over. In the future, leave these chores to Chunhua Qiushi."
Having said this, Su Yan was once again sent on her way.
In the afternoon, Xuanyuan Yonghao was summoned by the Emperor to review the lessons of the three princes and stayed for dinner, unlikely to return before nightfall.
She thought she might get some rest this time.
But Xuanyuan Yonghao returned not even an hour after he left.
Following that, Su Yan, who had just caught a moment to breathe and drink some water, was called upon once again.
The servants, witnessing how suddenly important Su Yan had become to the Third Prince, felt a mixture of envy and jealousy, as well as a bit of pity.
She was so busy that she didn’t even have a chance to catch her breath. If this continued, wouldn’t she be worked to death?
But seeing the master not willing to leave Su Yan’s side for even a step, what kind of love potion had this maid given him?
Everyone thought that Su Yan, attending the Third Prince day by day, must be exhausted beyond measure.
Pity... she wasn’t tired; in fact, she felt lighter than before. It was just that whatever he did, he required her presence, almost as if he had grown dependent on her.
In the bedroom, Xuanyuan Yonghao was dressed in exquisite silk brocade, looking a bit better than before, but still pale.
One could tell at a glance that he was frail.
He rested his head on Su Yan’s shoulder, drawing her into an embrace on the lotus couch. It appeared as though her petite body was supporting his.
In actuality, his hands possessively embraced her closely, subtly revealing his thoughts.
In his hand was a black booklet with a pristine cover that bore no markings.
Yet a closer look revealed creased pages, as if it had been leafed through countless times.
This booklet, it was just handed to him by Nantang.
When Nantang presented it with both hands, he treated it with utmost care and importance.
It was evident how cautious Nantang was with this booklet.
Unfortunately, when Xuanyuan Yonghao received it, he only calmly asked,
"Is everything settled?"
"Yes, Your Highness."
After Nantang left, Xuanyuan Yonghao never opened the booklet again.
His head was resting on Su Yan’s shoulder, his eyes lowered, and his distinct eyelashes fluttered slightly.
After a good while, seeing he still didn’t speak and his breathing was steady,
Su Yan thought he might have fallen asleep and attempted to remove his hand to sit up.
But the moment she moved, the grip around her waist tightened, and the person behind her opened his eyes.