She refused to marry.

With nothing to do, Su Wanwan pretended to be bored and looked around the study.

In novels, powerful officials often set up darkrooms or similar facilities in their studies.

She looked around but couldn't find the hidden door.

I simply sat inside, added charcoal to warm my hands; it was already mid-October, and the weather had already started to turn cold.

Su Wanwan covered her nose and let out a muffled "Achoo!"

"Qingshan, please have a doctor take a look," Xiao Xuanjing said with his eyes closed.

"Your Majesty, I've woken you up." Su Wanwan turned her head.

Looking at Feng Chenjun lying flat on the chaise lounge, his right hand behind his head and his left fingers casually resting on his abdomen, I see...

My gaze slid from his forehead to his brow bone, from his brow bone to the tip of his nose, and from the tip of his nose to his chin.

His jawline was sharp and clean, his neck was long and slender, and his Adam's apple was slightly protruding, bobbing gently with his breath.

The cloak had slipped to the ground at some point, revealing a moon-white undergarment, its thin fabric subtly outlining the lines of her shoulders and back.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, and a very tight waistline.

Su Wanwan swallowed hard, her heart beating three times faster.

The charcoal crackled, and a few sparks landed on the back of her hand, burning her. She pulled her hand back, but couldn't help but steal a glance.

Feng Chenjun changed his posture, turned to the side, and faced her.

The collar of the inner garment was slightly open, revealing a section of the collarbone.

Su Wanwan suddenly felt her ear tips burning. She thought to herself, "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form."

He bent down and poked at the charcoal fire.

Xiao Xuanjing suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her from a distance of a few steps.

Her face was flushed, and she held her hands over the fire to warm them. Suddenly, she looked up and pounded her head, then covered her red face with both hands.

They look very cute.

Su Wanwan tried to clear her mind of desires, but when she glanced to the side, she met Feng Chenjun's amused gaze.

She quickly turned her face away, buried her face in her hands, but still felt ashamed, and ran shyly out of the study.

"Su Wanwan, lust is a double-edged sword; you must not entertain any more thoughts about it."

Su Wanwan banged her head against the pillar and muttered to herself.

"Miss Su, what are you doing?" Jian Qingshan walked in from outside, followed by a doctor.

"Tickling...hehe..." Su Wanwan said guiltily.

"Oh, the doctor has arrived. Please come in." Jian Qingshan led the doctor into the study.

The doctor took the woman's pulse, frowned several times, and then took her pulse again.

After pondering for a long time, he asked, "Miss Su, were you poisoned a few days ago?"

"Yes, it's all over now." Su Wanwan straightened her sleeves.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Xuanjing frowned, got up, and went to a side room. "Doctor, what kind of poison?"

"Actually, this poison is most commonly found in the royal family; it's called Soul-Locking Powder."

This was originally intended to leave room for the poisoner, who was used to control court officials and extract confessions from important criminals, not to take their lives, but simply to restrain them.

"Just a few more doses of medicine and the remaining poison will dissipate." The doctor bowed.

Xiao Xuanjing clenched his fists tightly; this poison was something his mother often used on the servants.

"When was the poisoning?"

"It has been some time, Your Majesty, I am unharmed." Su Wanwan raised her eyes to look at Feng Chenjun, her gaze somewhat frightening.

"Why don't you say?" Xiao Xuanjing grabbed her wrist.

"It's not important." Su Wanwan winced in pain, trying to pull her hand away, but he gripped it even tighter. "Your Majesty, you're hurting me..."

Xiao Xuanjing released her wrist, took a step back, and stared at her intently.

"It's my mother."

Su Wanwan hurriedly stood up and waved her hands frantically, "No, no, Your Majesty has misunderstood..."

He wasn't asking a question; he was stating a fact.

They mistook her for the eldest princess.

She didn't have a chance to explain.

Feng Chenjun strode out of the study. She wanted to follow him, but she saw him disappear in the blink of an eye, leaping across the rooftops.

It seems that the main gate at the entrance was designed for ordinary people like them.

Su Wanwan waited in the mansion for almost half an hour before finally seeing Feng Chenjun enter the study with a gloomy face and lock himself inside.

Su Wanwan strode to Jian Qingshan's side, "Your Majesty has misunderstood. It was not Her Highness the Princess who poisoned him."

"Too late, His Majesty and His Highness just had another falling out." Jian Qingshan walked to the porch and stood like a pillar.

"They've fallen out again?" Su Wanwan pondered the word "again." "Was it because of the Emperor's sister last time?"

"Mm." Jian Qingshan nodded.

Su Wanwan sat by the railing, fiddling with her handkerchief. "Your Majesty is already in poor health. If you get angry again, I'm afraid the accumulated stress will damage your liver. I'll go check on you."

Su Wanwan walked to the study door and gently knocked, "Your Majesty..."

There was no response.

"If Your Majesty doesn't answer, does that mean you agree to let me in?" Su Wanwan cautiously pried open the door.

He peeked out, "Your Majesty?"

Looking around, I couldn't see the Emperor anywhere. Passing through the study, I finally saw his somber figure in the inner room.

Feng Chenjun sat in a chair, the faint light coming through the window illuminating his face, making his expression appear even more gloomy.

"Get out." Xiao Xuanjing glanced sideways, his voice low and hoarse.

Su Wanwan bowed and said, "I will leave after I finish speaking. This matter was not done by the Princess. Your Majesty's actions today have truly moved and surprised me."

I know a little about the rift between Your Majesty and the Eldest Princess.

The dead cannot be brought back to life. If Your Majesty continues to hold a grudge, it will only harm your health and serve no other purpose.

Although the eldest princess was autocratic, wasn't she also a pitiful woman?

Instead of wasting energy on the past, it's better to have a good talk; that way, His Majesty's heart will be comforted...

"I will come to visit Your Majesty again tomorrow." After saying this, she retreated to the door and closed it.

After leaving the East Garden, Su Wanwan deliberately took a detour to observe the layout of the guards.

It's the same as before, no difference whatsoever.

The next day.

Su Wanwan brought the homemade rose petal porridge to the emperor, saying, "Your Majesty, this rose petal porridge is the most suitable for soothing the liver and relieving depression."

Xiao Xuanjing stared at the bowl of porridge, completely uninterested. Even the food of the dog named "Spotted Pig" by the door looked better than this.

"Isn't Your Majesty going to eat?" Su Wanwan took a spoon and sat down next to him.

Scoop away the top layer that has cooled down, revealing the still slightly warm thin porridge underneath.

Xiao Xuanjing remained silent, instead pressing down on the back of her hand. "I'm not hungry..."

"Aren't you going to eat it? What a pity, I spent all morning brewing rose petal dew to make this little bit of porridge..." Su Wanwan stirred it a few times.

Xiao Xuanjing lowered his head, the fragrance of roses wafting into his nose, mixed with the scent of honey.

Jian Qingshan then brought in a bowl of medicinal soup. "Your Majesty, Miss Su's medicinal soup has arrived."

"Drink it." Xiao Xuanjing pushed the medicine in front of her.

"Let's drink together." Su Wanwan placed the porridge in front of Feng Chenjun.

After taking a few sips of the herbal soup, Su Wanwan stirred it and said, "Your Majesty, let's go out for a walk to digest our food later."

Su Wanwan put down her spoon, picked up the medicine, and gulped it down.

If she were to wander around the mansion alone, she would surely arouse suspicion.

Xiao Xuanjing's gaze darkened slightly. "Miss Su, have you not given up on finding the young master?"