Ever since that night, Su Yan not only beca an attendant who served closely, but also one who tasted dishes for poison over the next ten days.
Every day, she would have three als together with Xuanyuan Yonghao.
He seed to take great pleasure in watching her eat.
As a result, most of the pastries and fruits that were served ended up being ’bestowed’ upon Su Yan.
Yet Xuanyuan Yonghao’s typhoid fever appeared to show no sign of improvent, still relying on a daily regin of dicinal soups.
His pale and frail complexion evoked a tenderness in anyone who saw him, involuntary and profound.
On one sunny afternoon when the weather was just right,
#The Third Prince’s bedroom#
At his desk, dressed in elegant attire, the Third Prince’s eyes were lowered, holding a brush, practicing calligraphy.
He was fair in countenance but seed a bit frail.
Next to him, Su Yan was cradling a plate of peach blossom soft plum cakes, sitting on a stool, eating in tiny bites.
Her deanor was gentle and docile.
Most of her attention wasn’t on Xuanyuan Yonghao, but rather on her pastry.
As she ate, she glanced at the half-remaining cakes, blinking her eyes, pondering silently how long it would take to finish them.
Ever since the day of the food tasting, it seed he had developed an addiction.
From ti to ti, he would bring a plate of sothing for her to eat. Initially, he would watch her intently as she ate.
Latterly, it beca a routine that while he was busy with other matters, she would surely be within three feet of him, eating.
The peach blossom soft plum cake made by the Imperial Kitchen had the shape of a peach blossom with a fragrance to match, but when eaten, it offered a slightly tart and sweet plum flavor.
It was appetizing and delicious.
But, it’s not sothing one can endure eating plate after plate.
Su Yan put down her plate, deciding to take a break.
She was tired from eating so much.
anwhile, Xuanyuan Yonghao had put down his brush without her noticing, and lifted his head.
He watched Su Yan, her eyes moist, sitting there obediently.
The corners of his lips curved up ever so slightly, exuding a warm and innocent aura.
"Have you eaten your fill?"
Holding the stack of cakes, Su Yan stood up, her voice earnest,
"Do you have any instructions, Your Highness?"
Xuanyuan Yonghao was seated in a chair behind himself, his posture relaxed, his gaze traveling up and down Su Yan, curving his lips again,
"Been cooped up indoors for too long, I wish to take a walk. When it gets a bit darker, accompany outside."
Su Yan nodded,
"Yes."
After speaking, his long and powerful hand touched the nearby teacup,
his tone gentle,
"The tea has gone cold."
"I will replace it with a fresh cup for you."
Su Yan responded swiftly.
While speaking, she placed her pastry onto the stool where she was seated.
Then, picking up the teacup, she headed out.
Once she stepped outside the bedroom, Xiao Hua couldn’t help but speak out,
"Host, Lord Hero’s health is so delicate!"
Su Yan was focusing entirely on what she was doing, so her reply to Xiao Hua was sowhat perfunctory,
"Hm?"
Xiao Hua continued,
"Ever since he fell into the water, he has been on dicine for so many days without showing any signs of improvent, always looking sickly and frail."
As Xiao Hua spoke, she suddenly exclaid,
"Host, host, Lord Hero couldn’t have been stealthily hard, could he?"
Su Yan, thodically emptying the teacup and pouring fresh hot water, answered softly,
"No."
With her wild imagination running, Xiao Hua couldn’t help herself,
"Host, look at Lord Hero, so pitiable. Maybe his elder brother or father has administered chronic poison, and that’s why his health has never improved."
This would be enough to explain why Lord Hero eventually killed both his elder brothers and the Father Emperor.
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