Upon learning of her mother's plan, Rong Yu felt troubled. "Mother, you are pregnant! There's no need to make soup, is there? I don't want you to suffer."

Su Yushan smiled indifferently, "The little prince helped you and saved you from disaster. As his mother, I should thank him. The only way to show my sincerity is to personally cook the soup."

However, what kind of soup to make was a problem. Su Yushan didn't know Lejur, let alone the tastes of Mongolians, so she wasn't sure what kind of soup to make.

Seeing that her mother was determined, Rong Yu had no choice but to suggest, "How about making tomato fish? It's quite special, and he should like it."

Looking her daughter up and down, Su Yushan bluntly asked, "Whose food do you prefer, his or yours?"

Rong Yu, who had been seen through, smiled slyly, "He definitely can't finish a whole fish, so I'll just have a little bit!"

Su Yushan shook her head slightly, saying, "He just ate wasabi, so his stomach must be feeling very uncomfortable. Tomato fish is a bit too sour for him. Let's have something else!"

When your stomach is upset, even the most delicious foods are hard to swallow; you should prepare some light meals instead.

After much thought, Su Yushan decided to make a simple, home-style soup.

The process of making this soup is not complicated; it's very simple. Once you have prepared the ingredients, it will be ready in 15 minutes.

Her mother asked her to deliver soup, and Rong Yu dared not disobey. She took a palace maid and went to find Lejur.

When she arrived outside Deljur's yurt, she saw maids carrying out dishes that appeared untouched. Rong Yu asked in surprise:

What's going on?

The maidservant beside her said awkwardly, "Please be well, Your Highness. The prince said he has no appetite and does not wish to eat. He asked us to remove the lunch."

My loss of appetite is probably because of the wasabi.

Rong Yu nodded to indicate that she understood, and then went inside.

Lejur, leaning against the couch, frowned upon hearing footsteps. "I said I'm not eating, get out!"

"He's so fierce!" Rong Yu pouted slightly, giving a displeased snort. "You didn't even look at what I brought before saying you're not going to eat!"

The voice sounded familiar, and it didn't seem to be a maid. Lejur turned around in surprise and was shocked to find that the person who came was Princess Hejing!

Why did the princess suddenly appear here? No one had informed her beforehand. Lejur immediately sat up from the bed, stood up, and nodded.

"May the princess be well."

Rong Yu gestured to the palace maid to bring out the food box, and then brought out the bowl of soup.

“You just ate wasabi, so your stomach is probably upset. I brought you some soup to warm your stomach.”

The princess was still throwing a tantrum at him, so how come she's suddenly bringing him soup? Lejur found it strange and glanced at it; it was a soup he'd never seen before.

He was always a man of few words, and Rong Yu was already used to it, so she took the initiative to explain things to him.

"This is called dumpling soup. You sprinkle water on flour, knead it into small dumplings, then add an egg, sprinkle with chopped green onions, and drizzle with a few drops of sesame oil before serving. It smells wonderful, you should try it! It's absolutely delicious!"

Dumpling soup? The name alone was unappetizing, and the presentation was rather plain—a thin, watery broth. At that moment, Lejur's stomach was burning, and she had no desire for any food.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness, but I cannot eat. I'm sorry."

Feeling humiliated by the rejection, Rong Yu wanted to turn around and leave, but it was her mother's order, and she had to do it properly, or she would be scolded again.

Out of respect for her mother's authority, Rong Yu patiently persuaded her:

"This was cooked by my mother herself! She only cooks for Father Emperor and a few of us, so you're very fortunate to be able to taste her cooking. It's really delicious, I'm not kidding!"

Rong Yu kept urging him, making it clear that he wouldn't give up until he drank it.

Considering her status, Lejur could not offend her, so he ultimately chose to compromise, walked to the table, picked up a spoon, and took a bite.

This soup doesn't have complicated seasonings; the aroma of noodles, eggs, and scallions stands out exceptionally well.

He didn't feel anything special at first, and he planned to just take a couple of bites to be sure, but he ended up not putting down the spoon.

Rong Yu also sat at the table, propping her chin up with her hands and tilting her head to look at him.

"Whenever I'm sick and have no appetite, I like to eat the dumpling soup my mother makes. It smells delicious and tastes even better. Isn't it delicious?"

Lejur nodded. "It's alright."

With a slight pout of her red lips, Rong Yu scolded, "If it tastes good, it tastes good. What do you mean by 'just okay'? My palate is already picky enough. I didn't expect you to be even more difficult to please than me!"

Is he difficult to please? Actually, Lejur is not picky about food, it's just that the wasabi burns his heart and he really has no appetite.

However, the dumpling soup was very light and not greasy, and it tasted very refreshing. He was actually able to eat it.

Only after watching him finish eating did Rong Yu feel relieved. Remembering her mother's instructions, she mustered her courage and said...

“Mother said that I don’t need to care about everyone’s opinions. It doesn’t matter how Yongying thinks of me, so I shouldn’t have lost my temper with you. Thank you for eating the wasabi for me.”

Rong Yu's attitude at the time did indeed puzzle him, but Lejur was not one to hold grudges.

There's no need to bring up the past; I don't remember it anymore.

Rong Yu joked, "It's only been two hours, and you've already forgotten? Are you a goldfish?"

"Goldfish?" Lejur didn't understand her meaning for a moment, but Rong Yu smiled charmingly.

"I've heard that goldfish have very short memories and forget things very quickly."

Lejur was skeptical of this claim, saying, "You're not a goldfish, how do you know how long its memory is?"

Rong Yu's smile faded, and she remained silent. "It's just one way of putting it, why bother getting to the bottom of it? You're really boring!"

Unable to reach a consensus, Rong Yu got up to take her leave, telling him to get some rest before turning and leaving.

Watching her departing figure, and looking at the bowl of dumpling soup on the table, Lejur fell into deep thought...

Rong Yu was in high spirits after completing the task and quickly put the matter out of her mind.

In the days that followed, Rong Yu spent most of her time hunting, and with her experience, she was able to catch a lot of prey every day.

In the evening, everyone will gather together for a bonfire feast.

Hongli thought it would be too boring for Yushan to be alone, so he brought her to the banquet to taste the fresh roast meat and watch everyone dance and sing together.

Rong Yu was very interested and dragged her mother along to try it. Su Yushan also wanted to try, but unfortunately she was pregnant and dared not dance!

"Go play, sweetie! I'll wait for you here."

Since her mother was unable to go, Rong Yu had to go by herself. She quickly adapted and learned to dance the Mongolian dance.

Dressed in red, she was charming and radiant, standing out brightly in the crowd in the dark night!

Mingyi's gaze remained fixed on her, secretly praising the princess for her intelligence and quick learning ability.

As everyone prepared to form a circle and dance the Andai dance, Rong Yu naturally came to Ming Yi's side. Ming Yi smiled with satisfaction, took her hand naturally, and danced with everyone.

Hongli, who was chatting and drinking with Darhan King in the distance, suddenly saw this scene and his smile froze, because his daughter was holding hands with Mingyi and her smile towards Mingyi was particularly bright!