Prince Jingnan was known for being stingy, but unexpectedly, Lin Jinghan was no less stingy.
He just protected the safety of this woman and her family and didn't tell her. This stupid woman didn't appreciate it, and she actually dared to go against him!
The most important thing is that after Lin Jinghan gave the reminder, she started eating as if nothing had happened, as if the person who had just spoken was not her.
The temperature in the air was dropping rapidly. Shi Qin shivered and tried to reduce her presence. Wu Si had already put down his bowl and chopsticks and stood respectfully not far from Lin Jinghan, leaning on his crutches.
The atmosphere suddenly became dull. Furukawa finally couldn't eat anymore. He put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and smiled kindly:
"My dear disciple, your wife is also thinking about you. How about you go back to the army for lunch? Once your poison is completely cured, it won't be too late to taste your wife's cooking. After all, you have a long time to go together."
"Lin Jinghan..." Sikong Zhan didn't even look at Gu Chuan, only staring at Lin Jinghan, his tone as cold as usual. This was the first time he called her by her full name, and one could imagine how he felt at the moment.
Lin Jinghan suddenly put down her chopsticks. Sikong Zhan thought she was going to give in, but Lin Jinghan stood up and ran to the side. "Oh, I almost forgot, there's porridge cooking in the pot."
"Ah!" She hurriedly took the pot down and accidentally burned her hand. She quickly touched her ear.
Shiqin could no longer bear Sikong Zhan's coldness, and she quickly ran to Lin Jinghan and took the pot away, "Princess, be careful."
Wu Si really wanted to go over and help, but as a man, it was naturally inconvenient for him to go over. He could only stand where he was and silently endure the increasingly oppressive coldness around Sikong Zhan, not daring to even breathe.
Lin Jinghan deliberately let herself get burned, just to get Shiqin to come over so that she would have the opportunity to personally serve the meal to Sikong Zhan.
So, she took out a bottle and carefully applied the medicine to the burned part of her hand. Then she personally picked up a bowl, carefully filled it with porridge, and placed it in front of Sikong Zhan:
"Your Highness, this is the porridge I made specially for you. The herbs in it don't conflict with your antidote, so you can drink it without worry."
There was a food box next to the porridge pot. It seemed that this porridge was really prepared specially for Prince Jingnan. If Sikong Zhan couldn't come, she would have used this food box to send the porridge to him.
Lin Jinghan knew very well that too much is as bad as too little. If she really made Sikong Zhan completely angry, it would be bad. So, at this time, she had to comfort this angry hedgehog in front of her.
It was really a comfort, just for a moment. So, she put down the porridge and continued to eat the hot pot. The red and swollen fingers did not seem to affect her eating. If it were not for the bowl of porridge still on the table, everyone present would have suspected that Lin Jinghan had not left her seat just now.
This woman had clearly given someone a slap and then offered them a sweet treat. This was a common tactic used by those in power, and Sikong Zhan had seen it all before. He wanted to throw Lin Jinghan out, but the sight of the fragrant porridge before him, and his stomach, which hadn't had lunch yet, growled uncontrollably.
"Your Highness, you are so thoughtful." His expression did not change, and he seemed not to care about Lin Jinghan's series of actions. He picked up the bowl of porridge that was still sizzling with heat, used his internal force to cool down the porridge, drank it in a few mouthfuls, and handed the bowl to Lin Jinghan, which meant that he wanted Lin Jinghan to serve him porridge.
Seeing that the princess seemed to have no intention of paying attention to the prince, Shiqin ran back and quickly stretched out her hand, wanting to take the bowl, but was frightened by Sikong Zhan's look and retracted her hand. She retreated back to where she was and dared not move again.
Having been a spectator for so long, Furukawa had already figured out what was going on. He coughed and stood up. "Old man, I'm full. I want to go for a walk to help digest my food. You two, come here and lead the way."
Shiqin and Wu Si secretly looked at each other, then secretly looked at Sikong Zhan. Seeing that he had no intention of objecting, they nodded quickly and left with Guchuan. Although Wu Si was still using a crutch, he left at a surprisingly fast speed.
After Guchuan walked away, he shook his head, touched his beard, and smiled comfortably: My dear disciple, this is all I can do to help you. Now that no one is here, no one will know that you were humiliated in front of your wife.
His disciple is good in every way except that he's been an iceberg for a thousand years and hasn't really developed any emotional connection. Luckily, he's met his disciple's wife, a powerful and capable one. He's looking forward to the day when his disciple is completely subdued by his wife; that's bound to be fun.
"Uh..." Lin Jinghan burped, touched her stomach, stood up and walked towards the tent: "Your Highness, I'm full, please go ahead."
This woman actually dared to leave him here alone?
"Stop!" Sikong Zhan's tone of voice was the same as usual, but people who knew him would know that he was really angry.
"Your Highness, is there anything else?" Lin Jinghan turned around and asked with a frown.
Sikong Zhan slowly placed the bowl in his hand on the table and said in embarrassment, "The people sent to pick up Lin Lixuan and Lin Dayong should arrive at the palace tomorrow. However, it seems that you don't need them to accompany you now."
Lin Jinghan quickly put on a smile and swiftly picked up Sikong Zhan's bowl. She said very gently, "Your Highness, you want another bowl, right? I'll serve it to you right away."
The porridge was served, but Sikong Zhan had no intention of drinking it. Instead, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Lin Jinghan.
"Your Highness, the poison is still there, let Jinghan feed you." Lin Jinghan gritted her teeth, picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful, opened her red lips slightly, blew the porridge carefully to cool it down a little, and brought it to Sikong Zhan's mouth.
Sikong Zhan didn't open his mouth, but frowned in disdain: Is this woman treating him like a child? The porridge is all stained with her saliva, how can he still drink it?
However, despite his dislike, he was actually quite curious. This woman changed her expression so quickly. How long could she keep pretending to be gentle? And to what extent could she pretend to be gentle?
"Your Highness..." Lin Jinghan called out in a coquettish voice, and moved the porridge spoon closer, "Come, open your mouth, it's delicious..."
As they got closer, Sikong Zhan couldn't help swallowing his saliva because of the faint fragrance of Lin Jinghan's body, mixed with the aroma of hot pot and porridge.
Seeing that Lin Jinghan was about to get closer to him, he suddenly stood up and strode towards the direction of departure, "The King is full."
"Your Highness, you've only eaten so little. Don't starve yourself..." Didn't this man want to drink some porridge? He left right away? It was inexplicable!
Lin Jinghan was obsessed with Lin Lixuan. She stretched her neck and shouted at Sikong Zhan's departing back, "Can I go back to the palace to see my family tomorrow? Your Majesty?"
Sikong Zhan frowned and walked faster.
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