Seeing that Nan Zhiyun had finally gained a little weight, Yu Jingchen felt a mix of emotions. Her previous health problems were all because of him, and now that she was slowly recovering, Yu Jingchen was happy, but also felt guilty and heartbroken.

Nan Zhiyun didn't notice anything unusual about Yu Jingchen. Looking at the grapes on the plate in front of her, she ignored whether Yu Jingchen had given her permission and started eating them herself. The grapes were sweet and sour, and Nan Zhiyun shrugged excitedly as she ate them. They were really delicious; she could never get tired of them.

"Is it really that delicious?" Yu Jingchen smiled as he watched her eat the grape, his heart melting completely.

"It's delicious, Your Majesty, would you like some?" Nan Zhiyun picked up a grape to offer to Yu Jingchen.

“I peeled all of these myself,” Yu Jingchen’s meaning was quite clear.

"Huh?" Nan Zhiyun was a bit slow on the uptake and didn't understand what Yu Jingchen meant by those words.

"Peel it again for me, make sure Yun'er peels it herself," Yu Jingchen said.

Nan Zhiyun: "..." There was nothing she could do but obediently peel another one for Yu Jingchen.

"Your Majesty," Nan Zhiyun handed over the peeled skin.

"What's your name?" Yu Jingchen looked at Nan Zhiyun's outstretched hand and then gently grasped it.

“Your Majesty…” Nan Zhiyun knew what he meant.

"Call me husband." Yu Jingchen was direct this time.

"Your Majesty..." Nan Zhiyun hadn't even finished speaking when Yu Jingchen interrupted her.

“It’s me. There are no outsiders here, so there’s no need for these formalities.” Yu Jingchen took the grape from Nan Zhiyun’s hand and ate it. But… he must have done it on purpose, because he bit someone’s finger while eating the grape, and Nan Zhiyun’s face immediately turned red.

"Who is that person down there today?" Nan Zhiyun changed the subject, probably because she was shy.

"The people below?" Yu Jingchen asked.

"It was the person who performed, and they even spoke." Nan Zhiyun still remembered the voice that had just spoken.

"Bai Yi's daughter," Yu Jingchen said simply and clearly.

Nan Zhiyun felt the name sounded familiar, and Yu Jingchen pulled her into his arms: "He was someone your father had a few years ago."

"My father?" Nan Zhiyun was too young at that time to remember him well.

"It's okay, if you don't know, just forget about it. Let's not think about it too much," Yu Jingchen told her.

"Hmm," Nan Zhiyun said, quickly abandoning anything that required mental effort.

“Your Majesty…” Nan Zhiyun thought of something else.

"What's wrong?" Yu Jingchen looked at her.

“…” Nan Zhiyun lowered her head, seemingly finding it difficult to speak.

"Hmm? What's wrong? What do you want to say?" Yu Jingchen noticed the girl's unusual expression.

"...Is the talent show about to start? Are many of the people who came today from the list of candidates?" Nan Zhiyun asked after hesitating for a moment.

Yu Jingchen paused for a moment, then gently patted Nan Zhiyun's head: "Yun'er, these things are unavoidable."

"Hmm... I know," Nan Zhiyun naturally knew that these things were essential, but she still felt a little awkward.

"Don't worry, Yun'er, they won't pose any threat. You can continue as you always have, do whatever you want," Yu Jingchen reassured her.