He could sense the eager look in her eyes as she waited for breakfast without even turning around.

Jiang Zhili's eyes lit up, and he walked to the dining table and sat down, followed by Bo Yan.

The breakfast was light, but it also included some chicken and beef, and Jiang Zhili enjoyed it.

Bo Yan glanced at someone who was concentrating on eating.

He ate so fast, I guess he didn't have a good life in Xiyan. His eating manners were pretty acceptable, fast but not rude. It was acceptable to eat at the same table with him.

Bo Yan recalled the scene from last night. Uncontrollably, he cast his gaze towards Jiang Zhili's chest...

That place doesn't look as swollen as it was last night. Is he afraid that his illness will be discovered by others?

He himself was ill and couldn't even control himself when he was sick. He could understand why this person was so careful to hide his illness.

As the prince of Western Yan, if others knew that Jiang Zhili suffered from this disease, he would surely be mocked to death by other princes and princesses.

A man should have a broad chest, but now he has two big bulges. How is this different from a broken arm or leg?!

Bo Yan's expression was a little heavy.

After a moment, he spoke solemnly, "Now that you have entered my palace, you can tell me any difficulties you have. Even if it is a big problem, I can help you a little."

He must keep this person by his side. If the lump in his chest continues to grow, it might even be life-threatening.

But considering the other party's self-esteem, his words were still tactful.

Jiang Zhili swallowed the beef in his mouth, feeling a little confused.

"My Lord, I don't have any difficulties, do I?"

Bo Yan's eyes fell on Jiang Zhili's chest, and he said meaningfully: