Chapter 65: King Han's Jealousy
On weekdays, Yang Jingzhen often heard her mother and aunt mention the frail King of Han. She herself wanted to compete with her elder sister and mentioned several times that she wanted to be the King of Han's concubine.
But she had never seen the King of Han himself.
If the King of Han looks like this, so what if he is weak? Her little face instantly turned red.
And His Royal Highness the King of Han, whom she had been thinking about all the time, was now led by Tong Lin into Songfengyuan where he lived.
Because His Majesty and the Crown Prince are both unavailable for an audience right now, he has ordered that King Han move in first.
The atmosphere in Qingyinzhai was tense.
The thin and gentle man was holding a sweet white-glazed porcelain bowl, which contained refreshing and delicious bird's nest stewed with rock sugar.
Another tall and majestic man was holding a emerald green glazed porcelain bowl filled with soft and tender winter bamboo shoots, mushrooms and minced meat porridge.
Yang Manyan was sitting on the bed with her knees hugged, wearing a snow-blue nightgown, her long black hair casually draped, and her little face flushed.
When she woke up yesterday, the prince was the only one by her side. She could still comfort herself by treating it as a ridiculous dream.
"Bird's nest is nourishing and refreshing. Yuanyuan's voice is a little hoarse, how about having a bowl of bird's nest stewed with rock sugar for breakfast?" Xiao Yan coaxed in a gentle voice.
The emperor sneered, "How can this bowl of bird's nest soup fill my stomach? I'd rather have a bowl of minced meat porridge first."
Because of the New Year's Day closure, the emperor does not have to rush back to the palace to attend court, and he still stays in the temporary palace.
Yang Manyan quietly raised his eyelashes and looked at them, his heart trembling, and he felt torn.
After a long while, she said weakly: "Actually, I can finish both of these bowls..."
She is plump and has a good appetite. She usually has some snacks in addition to the staple food for breakfast.
"Which bowl do you want to use first?" Xiao Ying looked at her, his deep eyes seemed to want to probe into her heart.
The emperor also fixed his gaze on her face, his dark eyes staring at her steadily.
Yang Manyan's heart was beating like a drum. "I want to have both, but I want to sit at the dining table and eat slowly. And, I want to add a dish of wonton soup with three delicacies."
Before she finished her words, she suddenly felt her body lighten. The emperor actually picked her up with one hand and walked steadily to the dining table on the other side.
His right hand was still holding the bowl of minced meat porridge, without moving an inch, and not a drop of it spilled out.
Xiao Yan frowned slightly, with an imperceptible coldness in his eyes.
He first ordered someone to order another serving of three-fresh soup with wontons, then walked to the dining table and sat down.
The emperor suddenly said, "Didn't they say that the King of Han is coming? Zi'an, you go out and meet him. I will stay here and have dinner with Yuan'er."
Xiao Yan was calm and composed, "Don't worry, father. I have already ordered someone to bring King Han to Songfeng Courtyard to stay."
Yang Manyan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, "His Royal Highness the King of Han is coming?"
Not long ago, my sister Jingzhen boasted that she wanted to be a princess, and it just so happened that the King of Han came to her?
If that naughty girl Zhenzhen knew about this, she would definitely do something outrageous...
The emperor and the prince were slightly startled. The father and son looked at each other calmly, and both of them felt inexplicably wary.
"Yes, King Han is in very weak health, and he often comes here to recuperate in the medicinal spring." Xiao Yan held Yang Manyan's small hand and squeezed it.
The emperor also said in a deep voice: "King Han has been ill for many years, so I have allowed him to come to Yuquan Palace to recuperate at any time."
Weak? Sick? Yang Manyan was surprised.
It seems that His Royal Highness the King of Han is even more fragile than the rumors say. If this really happened to him and frightened him to death, wouldn't that be...
Thinking of her lively sister, she fell into deep thought for a moment.
But in the eyes of the father and son, it had a different meaning.
After serving breakfast, Yang Manyan was about to go to Chengxinyuan to talk to her sister and remind her to behave herself in the palace. Then she called someone in to help her wash and dress.
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