From that night onward, for the next ten days, Su Yan not only became her personal attendant, but also her food taster.

Three meals a day were now spent with Xuanyuan Yonghao.

He seemed to really enjoy watching her eat.

As a result, most of the pastries and fruits served were 'gifted' to Su Yan.

Xuanyuan Yonghao's typhoid fever seemed to have no improvement, and he continued to drink herbal medicine every day.

His face was pale and weak; every time I saw him, I couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted.

One sunny afternoon, the weather was perfect.

#The Third Prince's Bedchamber#

At the desk, the Third Prince, dressed in elegant clothes, lowered his eyes and held a calligraphy brush, practicing his calligraphy.

He was handsome, but looked somewhat frail.

Beside him, Su Yan sat on a stool, holding a plate of peach blossom plum cakes, and ate them in small bites.

Her expression was gentle and obedient.

She paid most of her attention to her pastries rather than to Xuan Yuan Yong Hao.

As I ate, I noticed I still had half a pastry left. I blinked and silently wondered how much longer it would take me to finish it.

Ever since that day the food tasting ended, this person seems to have become addicted.

Every now and then I would bring her a plate of food, and at first I would just stare at her as she ate.

Later, it gradually became a situation where he would be busy with other things, and she would always be eating within three feet of him.

This peach blossom plum cake was made in the imperial kitchen. It is shaped like a peach blossom and has the aroma of peach blossoms, but when you eat it, it has a slightly sweet plum flavor.

It's appetizing and delicious.

But you can't keep eating it all, plate after plate.

Su Yan put down the plate in her hand and decided to take a break.

She was so tired of eating.

Beside him, Xuan Yuan Yonghao put down his calligraphy brush at some point and looked up.

He saw Su Yan's eyes were moist, and she sat there obediently.

His lips curved slightly, exuding a gentle and kind aura.

"Are you full?"

Su Yan stood up, holding the stack of pastries, her voice earnest.

"What are your orders, Your Highness?"

Xuanyuan Yonghao sat down in the chair behind him, his posture relaxed. He looked Su Yan up and down, and then curled his lips into a smile.

"I've been cooped up inside for too long and want to go for a walk. Come with me when it gets a little dark."

Su Yan nodded.

"yes"

After speaking, his long, strong hand touched the teacup beside him.

gentle tone

The tea has gone cold.

"This servant will get you another cup."

Su Yan continued.

As she spoke, she placed the snacks she was holding onto the stool she had just been sitting on.

Then, he picked up the teacup and walked outside.

As soon as she stepped out of the bedroom, Xiao Hua couldn't help but speak up.

"Host, the male lead's body is so weak."

Su Yan was focused on her task, so her answer to Xiao Hua was somewhat perfunctory.

"kindness?"

Xiaohua continues

"Ever since he fell into the water, he's been taking medicine for so many days, but there's been no improvement. He looks weak and frail."

As she was speaking, Xiaohua suddenly spoke again.

"Host, host, the male lead hasn't been assassinated, has he?"

Su Yan calmly poured out the water from the teacup and then added fresh hot water.

She answered softly.

"Won't"

Once Xiaohua's imagination ran wild, she couldn't resist...

"Host, look how pitiful the male lead is. Maybe his elder brother or father has put a *censored keyword* on him, which is why his health has never improved."

This is enough to explain why the male protagonist eventually killed his two elder brothers and his father.