Xiao Yunying didn't press her for answers, but pondered to herself.
There are two types of princes: one is a prince of the first rank, which is usually an adult prince; the other is a prince of the second rank, which is a respectful title for someone with a noble title, similar to her status as a county princess. To put it bluntly, it is also an official position bestowed by the royal family.
"Bai Shao, why don't you answer Miss Xiao?" The man walked in at this moment: "My maid still hasn't learned her manners well. She's clumsy and tongue-tied, Miss Xiao must be laughing at her."
Xiao Yunying watched as he walked over and sat down beside her. A maid immediately brought over a new set of tableware and placed it in front of him, clearly indicating that he wanted to eat with her.
I wonder how long this man has been eavesdropping outside, and now he's pretending to have just arrived. How hypocritical.
Xiao Yunying was too lazy to play along with him and asked directly, "I wonder if Your Highness is a Prince or a Prince of the County?"
The man smiled gently at her: "I am the third son of the late emperor and the elder brother of the current emperor. Miss Xiao can call me Feng Yi directly."
"Forget it, how dare I, a commoner, address Your Highness by your name?"
The term "brother" indicates that they are biological brothers from the same mother.
However, she knew nothing about palace affairs, had never seen what the late emperor looked like, and had only caught a glimpse of the current emperor from afar when she entered the palace before. He looked sickly and emaciated, and she couldn't tell whether the two looked alike at all.
He is the third prince. What is the current emperor's rank again?
Damn it, I don't know anything about him, I have no way of knowing whether what he said is true or false...
Judging from his appearance alone, this person is fairly good-looking and is probably a few years older than the current emperor, around thirty-five years old.
He possessed a refined and scholarly air, but his eyes were so deep that it was impossible to discern his true thoughts.
Xiao Yunying could sense that his inner self was completely different from his outward appearance; he was a typical cunning and skilled actor who knew how to disguise his true thoughts and feelings.
Seeing that she hadn't spoken for a long time, Feng Yi asked, "What are you thinking about, Miss Xiao?"
"Why did you bring me here in the first place?"
“Your personality is indeed as straightforward as I’ve heard.” Feng Yi personally served her a bowl of fish soup and placed it in front of her: “Eat first. You’ve been busy traveling these past few days and haven’t had a proper rest. You’ve had an even harder time on the boat these past few days. We can talk business after you finish eating.”
Xiao Yunying looked down at the snow-white fish soup in the bowl in front of her and wrinkled her nose.
It smells so fishy.
It reminded her of seasickness.
She pushed the bowl back in front of Feng Yi: "I don't want to eat this."
Feng Yi smiled, scooped up a little fish soup with a spoon, put it in his mouth and swallowed: "Don't worry, young lady, all the food is clean."
He paused, put down his spoon, and continued, "Besides, there are other ways to poison people besides tampering with their food."
Xiao Yunying had already figured this out on the carriage ride there. Even if she hadn't eaten pork, she had seen pigs run. She hadn't watched so many palace dramas for nothing. She didn't make it clear because she wanted to use the shopping trip as an opportunity to get some exercise.
She's no longer worried about that; she really doesn't want to eat this fish soup.
She gave Feng Yi a fake smile: "Your Highness, please don't misunderstand. I really don't want to eat this. I'm still seasick and haven't recovered yet. I feel like throwing up as soon as I smell this fishy food."
"It was my oversight. What would you like to eat? I'll have someone prepare it."
Xiao Yunying picked up her chopsticks without further ado: "No need, it would be a waste if we couldn't finish it. I'll just have these two vegetable dishes. That chicken looks pretty good too."
As she spoke, she picked up a small piece of bok choy and ate it. After putting it in her mouth, she found that the bok choy was not as bland as she had thought, and it was even tastier than what the chef at Huiweilou made.
Then, considering the identity of the person beside him, it was clear that the chef he could hire must be one of the best in the industry, so it was no surprise that the food was delicious.
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