Have you finished eating?

Shen Ye was momentarily stunned by the sudden change of topic.

"Have you eaten yet?" Song Fengzhi repeated.

Shen Ye raised an eyebrow, feigning nonchalance, and asked, "General Song, are you going to cook for me yourself?"

"Hmm." Song Fengzhi responded softly, his handsome face devoid of any extra expression.

Shen Ye hesitated for a moment, seemingly not expecting Song Fengzhi to do this.

Soon, a simple four-dish meal with soup was ready. It tasted good and looked nice. It's not hard to imagine that you have to cook often to be able to cook so well.

Song Fengzhi asked, "Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious." Shen Ye nodded.

"Then eat more."

Out of the corner of his eye, Shen Ye glanced at Song Fengzhi's hands. Those slender, well-defined hands—besides holding swords, Shen Ye couldn't believe they could also cook.

I suddenly remembered the day I first met him; the hand he held when he was holding me had such fair, slender fingers and distinct knuckles.

These beautiful hands, it was only at this moment that Shen Ye realized, could not only wield swords, but also cook for his beloved.

"Eat more, you seem to have lost weight again."

Coming to her senses, she met Song Fengzhi's gaze squarely, which startled Shen Ye so much that she quickly looked away.

After a moment of silence, Song Fengzhi suddenly asked again, "Yuanhao, do you love me?"

There was nothing to hide, Shen Ye answered truthfully: "Love, otherwise how could I be with you?"

"That's right, you eat first, I'm going to the palace to meet the emperor, I'll be back later."

As usual, Song Fengzhi smiled, patted Shen Ye's head, gave him a gentle kiss, and left.

[Stupid System: Host, the villain from another small country has been captured by the emperor. That young man is kneeling in the snow trying to save him.]

This result was within Shen Ye's expectations, so he wasn't surprised at all.

Song Fengzhi didn't return in the early hours of the morning, and no one knew where he had gone.

Shen Ye quickly washed and dressed herself, taking only an oil-paper umbrella with her and leaving alone without even a servant.

The wind and snow were so strong that they almost blinded us. There wasn't a single pedestrian on the street. In the vast expanse of white, a figure was struggling to move forward.

The snow piled up on his shoulders, making it seem as if he couldn't straighten up.

Shen Ye tightened his grip on the umbrella, narrowed his eyes, and walked over to Feng Changyu.

"Why bother? Offending the Emperor for a princess sent for a political marriage."

His voice was indifferent, and as he spoke, his eyes did not look at Feng Changyu, but stared straight ahead at the vast white expanse.

"Because I said I would never abandon him no matter what. A real man keeps his word."

Hearing this, Shen Ye sneered inwardly. "A real man," he thought, "that sounds nice, even I'm moved."

Anyone who didn't know better would think he was deeply in love with his princess, but that's not the case at all; they're two men, haha.

"Really?" Shen Ye said sarcastically, "Then you really are a good man."

Shen Ye suddenly wondered, what would happen to Feng Changyu if the news that the princess sent for marriage was a man were spread? What would the outcome be?

Upon hearing this, Feng Changyu stiffened, and even his usually indifferent expression turned sharp.

To cover up the meaning behind his words, Shen Ye hurriedly began to explain.

"What I mean is, if I were a woman, I would want to marry you."

"Oh." Feng Changyu withdrew his gaze, a faint smile playing on his lips. "It's just a pity you're not one."

"Yes, you and I are the same kind of people."