"Your subordinate greets Your Highness."

Zhong Muyu was sitting under a tree reading a book. She glanced at him and said, "You're here to freeload today? Okay, go tell Zaochun."

"No, Your Highness, the Prince has a sensitive stomach and little appetite. He would like Your Highness to prepare some mild porridge and dishes to send over."

Zhong Muyu still didn't look up: "Isn't he afraid I'll add something else to the food?"

"So His Highness said that I should keep a close eye on you the whole time... while you're cooking."

After a few seconds of silence, Zhong Muyu put down her book: "Is he trying to cling to me? Fine, I'll make it now, and you can send it over when it's done."

Zhong Muyu quickly went to the kitchen and, under Chengfeng's supervision, prepared a fragrant meal.

After packing the food into the food box, Chengfeng said, "Your Highness, the Prince said he wants you to deliver it personally. He has something to say to you."

Zhong Muyu sneered: "I'm afraid he wants to put me on trial again, huh? Let him go. He's not afraid of his condition worsening from anger, and I'm even less afraid."

"..."

Seeing Zhong Muyu's ready-to-fight expression, and recalling Lu Ziyuan's clenched teeth when he gave him instructions, Chengfeng felt a headache coming on.

These two never have a peaceful conversation when they meet.

Upon arriving at Xiuyu Residence, Zhong Muyu took a closer look. It was indeed a quiet and elegant dwelling, but the person living there was exceptionally noisy.

Upon arrival, Chengfeng chose to stay outside and let Zhong Muyu go in alone.

The prince claimed that he did not want to be disturbed by others.

The hall was neatly arranged with many items, mostly books, documents, and Lu Ziyuan's personal belongings, all kept relatively clean and tidy. Zhong Muyu glanced at them, but one item caught her eye.