"No." Isn't that normal after waking up?

"Then why did you not react when you heard that the prince was cooking for you?"

"What kind of reaction do you want me to have?" Su Wanyan couldn't help but ask with a smile.

These words made Qiu Ye and Huang Ye unable to laugh. They exchanged a glance and wisely stopped talking.

Su Wanyan could understand what the two were thinking. They felt that Yu Nanqing was cooking for a woman, and even if she wasn't grateful, she should at least be happy.

Seeing that the two were silent, Su Wanyan still asked, "Do you think I'm good to Yu Nanqing?"

"The Empress treats the Prince very well, of course."

"Then why have I never heard you praise me?"

After he finished speaking, Qiu Ye and Huang Ye were speechless, and they couldn't help but look at each other.

Su Wanyan smiled and said, "You can go now. I can do it myself."

Upon hearing this, the two immediately curtsied and knelt down, saying, "We know we were wrong, Your Majesty, please forgive us."

"I was just telling you to leave, what's wrong with that?" Su Wanyan's smile remained unchanged as she repeated, "Go down."

Seeing that Su Wanyan didn't seem angry at all, Qiu Ye and Huang Ye got up with some doubt and retreated with their heads down.

Su Wanyan sighed softly. In this era, the husband is the head of the household, and it is only natural for women to manage household affairs and work hard for their husbands.

For women, being a virtuous wife and loving mother is the standard. If they do it well, they will not receive a word of praise from others, but if they do it poorly, they will be criticized by the world.

For men, the standards for being a husband and father are much lower.

Su Wanyan didn't say anything because she knew that's how this era was, and she couldn't expect others to think the same way she did.

She wrung out a towel and wiped her face, just as Yu Nanqing appeared at the door carrying a meal: "Wanyan."

Su Wanyan put on her shoes and got up. Yu Nanqing placed the meal on the table and asked curiously, "Why didn't you call someone in to serve you?"

"It's just washing my face, it's not a big deal."

Upon hearing this, Yu Nanqing didn't hesitate. The meal he brought included sweet and sour pork, fresh and fragrant tofu, and shredded chicken soup, plus a small plate of snacks.

Remembering what Qiu Ye and Huang Ye had said, Su Wanyan asked, "Did you make this?"

Yu Nanqing was slightly taken aback, seemingly not expecting Su Wanyan to ask, and looked away somewhat embarrassedly: "I tried making some, you...try it."

Su Wanyan didn't stand on ceremony. She picked up a piece of pork tenderloin and put it in her mouth. The sweet and sour taste was just right, and the meat was tender but not mushy. She nodded and said, "Not bad."

Yu Nanqing's lips immediately curled up subtly, and he used a small spoon to scoop a piece of tofu into her bowl: "Try this one too."

Su Wanyan tried it as he suggested and nodded, "Hmm, it tastes good."

She laughed and said, "I didn't know you could cook."

Despite her perfectly normal tone, Su Wanyan sounded like she was praising him to Yu Nanqing, and his ears instantly turned red. He turned his face away shyly and said, "Then I can make it for you again in the future."

His voice was warm and gentle, carrying a subtle hint of expectation.

Su Wanyan just smiled, then, as if remembering something, changed the subject: "That's right."

She got up and pulled a medicine bottle from under the bedside table, slamming it onto the table with a thud: "This is a drug for insanity. You decide how to administer it. The longer this drags on, the worse it will be for you."

"This matter is not urgent..."

"You're not in a hurry, but I am." Su Wanyan picked up her bowl again and glanced at him: "When it comes to murder and arson, the worst thing is to let things drag on."

She put a piece of pork tenderloin in her mouth, puffed out her cheeks, and continued, "By the way, I'm going out of the manor today to inquire about some news."

First, there's the situation with the eldest princess. She needs to know what the eldest princess will do after she wakes up and learns that she's injured.

Furthermore, Yu Nanqing's leg ailment mysteriously disappeared, and those with ulterior motives would surely take advantage of this. She wanted to know what the people thought about this matter.

“I will go with you.”

"No," Su Wanyan refused. "You attract too much attention. I'll just go out alone."

Yu Nanqing frowned, about to say something, but was interrupted by Su Wanyan: "Oh, right, there's something else I wanted to remind you of."

"What?"

"Now that your leg is healed, I reckon someone will be coming to visit you soon."

Yu Nanqing was puzzled: "Who?"

Since returning to Beijing, no one has ever visited Prince Gong's Mansion.

Seeing his bewildered look, Su Wanyan thought for a moment and decided to let it go: "It's okay, you'll find out when the time comes."

"..."

Su Wanyan didn't say anything more, quickly finished her meal, and said as she put down her bowl, "Let's eat together next time, it's a bit embarrassing for you to just watch me eat."

Yu Nanqing's eyes brightened slightly, and he was about to say yes when he saw Su Wanyan stretch and leave the side room: "I'm going out. Remember about Su Muqing's matter, don't forget."

Yu Nanqing opened her mouth, watching her departing figure, but ultimately said nothing.

At times, he felt that the days he spent with Su Wanyan were unbelievably wonderful. For example, just now, they were having a simple meal and chatting about everyday things that were unique to the two of them.

Isn't this the typical way couples interact?

These days gave him the illusion that the two of them could go on like this forever.

However, Su Wanyan remained remarkably aloof throughout.

It seemed as if she could disappear before his very eyes with just a blink of an eye.

Yu Nanqing felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on his chest, making it hard to breathe. He looked at the medicine bottle on the table, reached out and picked it up, pursed his thin lips slightly, and stuffed the medicine bottle into his pocket.

The news spread even more wildly than Su Wanyan had imagined.

The people of the capital not only learned that Yu Nanqing's leg ailment had been cured, but also that when Yu Nanqing was assassinated at the hunting grounds, he single-handedly fought against a hundred men, broke through the encirclement, and personally killed the assassins.

In addition, there is the scene of shock among the officials when Yu Nanqing appeared in the imperial tent, which is described in the same way in the rumors.

Among these praises, the most common one was for Yu Nanqing's stunningly beautiful and captivating appearance, which was so beautiful that just hearing about it was enough to make one yearn for her.

As these stories were passed down, they reminded the people of Yu Nanqing's past glory: fighting against the southern barbarians, repelling the northern invaders, pacifying foreign lands, and quelling internal strife, full of vigor and unstoppable momentum.

Now that his leg ailment has healed, does it mean that the war god who was second only to the emperor and revered by all has returned?

The more he said this, the more excited the people became, as if they could already see Yu Nanqing commanding thousands of troops and galloping across the battlefield.

At Fu Bao Lou, Su Wanyan sat by the window, a teacup in her mouth, her eyes fixed on the outside, but her ears were perked up, listening intently to the conversation inside the building.

The news of the fire at the hunting grounds, the injuries to Emperor Yuanhe and the eldest princess, and the recovery of Yu Nanqing's chronic illness has spread throughout the capital and remains a hot topic.

The common people knew so many details, so the person who spread the rumors must have been someone in the Spring Hunt team. They also knew that Yu Nanqing could fight against a hundred men single-handedly, but not many people had actually witnessed it.