After finishing the meal, I found that Chunhua had not left yet.
Su Yan was puzzled
"Is there something else?"
Chunhua said
"Your Highness instructed that wherever you go, I will follow."
Having worked with Su Yan for some time, their interactions lacked the formalities typical of strangers.
Xiao Hua whispered
"This was because last night Your Highness ran around for you, and was almost frightened by that despicable Emperor’s harassment."
Su Yan knew that she had made a mistake last night.
She licked her lips and did not say anything else.
In the coming days, Chunhua was always by Su Yan’s side serving her.
Originally, their statuses were both that of maids, yet oddly one was serving the other.
In the courtyard of the Third Prince, many maids gossiped, but Chunhua did not mind.
Whatever His Highness instructed, she did just that.
Moreover, given the degree of favor Your Highness showed towards Su Yan, Chunhua foresaw that sooner or later Su Yan would become a real lady of the court.
Building a rapport with her early would make future days more bearable.
In the pavilion, Su Yan bit into a pastry and looked around her.
Xiao Hua spoke out
"Host, hasn’t it been several days since you last saw His Highness?"
Su Yan paused in her eating of the pastry.
She did not speak, only ate faster.
Her expression was somewhat wilted.
Since that night, she had not seen Xuanyuan Yonghao again.
She hadn’t even seen Nantang.
She gently tugged at one corner of her sleeve.
Occasionally, she would hear about major changes in the palace from Chunhua.
It was said that the Emperor had died, killed by the Eldest Prince; the Eldest Prince and the Second Prince staged a coup, and were executed by Xuanyuan Yonghao in the name of loyalty to the throne.
Now, Xuanyuan Yonghao controls the government, with the coronation ceremony set for the fifth of next month.
Finally, Su Yan whispered
"Xiao Hua"
"Hmm? Host?"
"Do you have any books that can cheer people up?"
"What, what?"
Su Yan repeated herself and did not want to repeat a second time.
Biting her pastry, she looked at the bright red crystal bracelet shaped like a raindrop on her wrist.
Xiao Hua could naturally see her host feeling a bit down.
To cheer up the host, it plunged headfirst into the archive.
Picking out one book after another for the host.
It’s just a book to cheer someone up; it could definitely find it for the host! Yes!!
#Study Room#
Xuanyuan Yonghao was sitting on the Dragon Chair, flipping a booklet in his hand.
The entire study room was very quiet.
Suddenly, Xuanyuan Yonghao’s expression became gloomy, and he suddenly threw the booklet on the floor; the next second, all the memorials on the imperial desk were swept to the ground with a crash.
Nantang stood by, obviously swallowing nervously.
Although His Highness’s identity is now the Son of Heaven, above tens of thousands of people, his mood is increasingly becoming worse day by day.
After a very long while, Xuanyuan Yonghao sat there with downcast eyes,
his thin lips opening and closing
"Has she never mentioned me?"
At this moment, Nantang did not know what to say, and after a long silence, he opted for a middle ground
"Perhaps, Miss Su Yan might have mentioned it, but Chunhua wasn’t present."
Nantang, a big man who deals with spears and swords, how could he comfort someone?
These consoling words once spoken seemed far-fetched.
Then, looking at Xuanyuan Yonghao’s face, it grew even more unpleasing.
Originally, he wanted to punish Su Yan, to let her realize her mistake,
so he deliberately disappeared for a few days, specifically instructing Chunhua not to mention him.
But this..., it turned out not to be a punishment for Su Yan, but rather a punishment for himself.
That ungrateful girl, enjoying good food and drink, never once inquired about him during his absence.
It seemed as if his presence or absence had no effect on her.
As if he was not important to her at all.
This realization made Xuanyuan Yonghao’s complexion grow worse by the day.