The clingy concubine ran away, and the sickly prince lost control.

Yuan Qing carried a plate of dark-colored pastries and pushed the door open with one hand. There she saw Pei Shiyuan, dressed in white with his black hair disheveled, clutching his stomach and supporting himself on the table with one hand, trying to stand up.

"Master, let me help you." Yuan Qing hurriedly placed the snacks on the table and helped Pei Shiyuan to lie down on the bed.

"What were you saying outside? What were you eating? You didn't even wipe your mouths clean," Pei Shiyuan said weakly, his face pale, his thin jawline twitching slightly with each breath.

"I had a delicious dessert called plum and almond cake," Yuan Qing said, wiping the crumbs from his mouth with his sleeve and bringing the dessert over from the table. "Master, please have a taste."

Pei Shiyuan had no appetite, but for the sake of her health, she decided to force herself to eat something. With her slender, well-defined hands, she gently picked up a piece of food, parted her white lips slightly, and took a small bite.

"Sir, how is it? Delicious, isn't it!"

The sweet and sour taste stimulated his taste buds to salivate, and he couldn't help but want to take another bite.

"Well enough"

Not bad? This is the highest praise Grandpa has given for food since he got sick.

"It was made by Aunt Luo. If you like it, she can make it for you every day from now on."

"Did Luo Qingyan make this?" Pei Shiyuan pressed.

Yuan Qing nodded heavily.

Pei Shiyuan immediately put the half-eaten plum and almond cake back on the plate. If this girl knew he liked her pastries, things would get out of control.

She might rush towards him, but then she'd have "other thoughts."

He kept her for two reasons: first, she had nowhere else to go; and second, it allowed his mother to rest so he could find another woman to raise for him.

I can't eat Luo Qingyan's snacks. If there's a misunderstanding, I'll have to force my way into his bed tonight.

Just thinking about those little hands that were messing with him the other day... I can't bear to think about it, I can't bear to think about it.

I liked the smell of medicine on him, and I would sniff it like a dog...

"Master, what are you thinking about?" Yuan Qing asked softly when she saw Pei Shiyuan put the pastries back and seemed lost in thought.

"It's nothing, it just doesn't taste good. Tell her not to make it again, and not to make any other food either."

"profound."

The master was arguing with Aunt Luo. He had just said "It's alright," but as soon as he heard that Aunt Luo made it, he immediately said it was not tasty.

"I didn't make it; it was sent by the old lady. Please eat it, young master! Don't let her good intentions go to waste."

Luo Qingyan overheard their conversation outside. She clearly wanted to eat, but refused because she heard it was made by her. Seeing how pitifully hungry you were, she decided to find a reason to make you eat.

Yuan Qing blinked her wide eyes. Aunt Luo was really bold, daring to use the iron-faced old lady of the manor as a cover. Apart from Cui Rou, everyone else would have to think twice before even smiling in front of the old lady.

"Yes, sir, I stole two pieces. Please don't hold it against me. It was indeed sent by the old lady. I misspoke earlier."

Pei Shiyuan looked the two of them up and down: "Since it was sent by my mother, we have to eat it even if it doesn't taste good."

He was genuinely hungry, and it was rare for him to have something he wanted to eat, but he was suspicious of the two people in front of him, so he said "it's not tasty," emphasizing his words and giving Luo Qingyan a very distant look.

She'd better be telling the truth; don't even think about getting close to her.

After eating three or four pieces in one go, Pei Shiyuan felt full and lay down to fall asleep peacefully. When he woke up again, the full moon was already in the sky.

Purple auspicious clouds, carrying a full moon, moved slowly, illuminating half of the courtyard.

"Young Master, the Old Madam has prepared dinner in the pavilion. I'll push you over there."

Pei Shiyuan nodded slightly, but he deliberately glanced at Luo Qingyan's body. Not bad, the pale yellow top was embroidered with small flowers and covered half of her body. It was a bit loose, but much more proper than in the afternoon, not revealing a bit.

She was really indecent this afternoon, wearing a bright red bellyband and posing provocatively through the gauze curtain. It was really... How could a young girl not know how to be more mindful?

"Your Highness, the breeze is so refreshing tonight. It's wonderful to dine in the pavilion and enjoy the moon."

Pei Shiyuan came to his senses and realized that Luo Qingyan had pushed him into the pavilion.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Pei Shiyuan turned around, frowned, and scolded her, while Luo Qingyan had already taken off her pale yellow top, leaving her only wearing a thin gauze dress.

"Your Highness, once I got here, I realized I was wearing too many clothes and couldn't feel the cool breeze, so I simply took them off."

As she spoke, Luo Qingyan spread her arms, closed her eyes to the wind, embraced the breeze, and smelled the faint fragrance of flowers carried by the wind.

"Your Highness, this breeze feels so nice."

"What, have you never seen the wind before? There's no wind on the street?" Pei Shiyuan glanced at her coldly, looking at her concave figure, wondering if this girl was still not giving up and was still thinking about that matter.

Go ahead and dream about it! It's impossible anyway.

"To feel the breeze with a general who has achieved great military exploits, this breeze is certainly unique." Luo Qingyan withdrew her hand, turned around and poured Pei Shiyuan a cup of tea of ​​just the right amount, to dispel the coldness in his eyes.

She had an absolute grasp on the dosage of the medicine.

"Stop flattering me, just do your job." Pei Shiyuan took the tea and drank it leisurely.

He wanted to get closer to her again.

"I'm telling the truth." Luo Qingyan sat down and served food to Pei Shiyuan.

"Don't put so much on my plate, I can't eat it all," Pei Shiyuan reminded him.

"That won't do. People need food to survive; you'll get hungry if you skip a meal."

Luo Qingyan held the chopsticks with her slender fingers, quickly sweeping them across the various plates before piling them onto the serving plate in front of Pei Shiyuan.

While at the Luo residence, her only thought every day was to eat as much as possible, even if it was just leftovers from the kitchen. She would scramble to eat whatever she could. Although she had suffered a bit because of the rules at the Duke's residence these past few days, the food was good, and she ate well at every meal, which made her complexion rosy. She couldn't help but feel sorry for the leftovers that the Duke's residence was throwing away.

Luo Qingyan also picked up her chopsticks and started eating.

He ate bite after bite of food, occasionally licking the soup off his lips with the tip of his tongue.

"Is it really that delicious?" Pei Shiyuan glared coldly at Luo Qingyan, his Adam's apple bobbing twice.

He imitated Luo Qingyan, holding food in his chopsticks while looking at her, and slowly put the food into his mouth.

A moment later, the bowl of rice and the dishes in front of him were all gone. Although he didn't taste anything particularly good, he finished eating by following Luo Qingyan's pace.

Luo Qingyan, like a foodie, was still immersed in the delicious food and reluctant to put down her chopsticks.

"Mmm, delicious."

"Why is it so hot?"

Upon hearing Pei Shiyuan say it was hot, Luo Qingyan immediately stopped eating; the medicine was taking effect.

"Your Highness, you're wearing too much. Let me help you take one off."

Luo Qingyan leaned over, straddling the front of the wheelchair to help Pei Shiyuan undress, their eyelashes meeting.

Pei Shiyuan felt his lips slip out of control and pressed directly against Luo Qingyan's fair cheek.

Luo Qingyan paused for a moment, then got up and quickly poured Pei Shiyuan another cup of herbal tea.

The objective has been achieved. Quickly administer the antidote; otherwise, we'll be in big trouble if we're discovered.

"Your Highness, a sip of herbal tea will cool you down."

Pei Shiyuan sensed something was wrong, stared at Luo Qingyan with a wary look, and then gulped down his herbal tea.

Luo Qingyan pretended not to know and looked away.

"Did you tamper with the tea?"

The chilling voice rang out, and Luo Qingyan instantly got goosebumps.