Shocking! The actress was dragged to the regent's bedchamber every night.

She was stunned when she saw this.

kneel?

Su Wuli stared in astonishment at him kneeling on the ground, then looked at Yu Chen.

Suddenly, something came to mind.

This is not modern times, this is ancient times.

She looked at Yingjun's lowered head, then at Yu Chen's expression of complete indifference.

Su Wuli suddenly felt that the way she had asked him to "sit" just now seemed a bit silly.

She shut her mouth and didn't say anything more.

Although I believe everyone should be equal, the times we live in are different.

If she were to bring up any concept of equality now, it would feel like she's slapping Yu Chen in the face and challenging his authority.

Su Wuli cautiously turned her head and, sure enough, saw a slight frown on the man's face.

Su Wuli swallowed hard, relieved that she hadn't said anything more.

Shadow Falcon knelt on the ground, staring at the ground, not daring to move.

The box was still smoking, and the steam drifted towards him, carrying a fragrance he had never smelled before.

But he didn't dare to look up.

Until the smoke from the self-heating rice gradually subsided.

Yu Chen slowly spoke, "Get up."

"Yes."

Shadow Falcon responded and stood up, but dared not move, standing there with his eyes downcast.

The lunchbox was on the table in front of him, still steaming.

He stood there for two seconds before finally realizing what was happening.

He quickly bent down and picked up the lunchbox with both hands.

The movements were very careful, as if they were handling something fragile.

He looked down at the lunchbox.

"Go down," Yu Chen said.

"Yes, thank you, Your Highness, thank you, Miss."

Shadow Falcon, feeling as if granted a pardon, took a step back.

"Wait a minute."

The Shadow Falcon suddenly froze.

Yu Chen's gaze fell on the envelope that he had been clutching tightly in his hand.

"Military report."

Shadow Falcon paused for a moment, then looked down at his hand.

He was still clutching the envelope between his fingers; he had been holding it tightly since he entered the room, but had forgotten to hand it over.

Sweat beaded on his forehead as he quickly handed over the envelope.

Yu Chen reached out and took it.

He took the letter with one hand, while his other hand remained wrapped around Su Wuli's waist.

Su Wuli sat in his lap and could feel the slight movement of his arm as he opened the letter.

The man unfolded the letter and glanced at it.

Upon hearing that it was a military report, Su Wuli wisely looked away.

Until Yu Chen folded the letter and placed it on the table.

"understood."

The Shadow Falcon stood still, seemingly waiting for instructions.

However, Yu Chen remained silent.

The Shadow Falcon waited a few more moments, then wisely retreated.

"Your subordinate takes his leave."

He took the lunchbox, retreated to the doorway, turned around, pushed the door open, went out, and closed the door.

Shadow Falcon stood in the corridor, looking down at the lunchbox in his hand.

He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

Then he picked up the lunchbox and walked back.

The lunchbox was warm in his hands, the warmth seeping through the box, not hot, but it still felt somewhat unreal to him.

He looked down and glanced at it again.

The box was square and neat. He had just watched the prince open it, pour some water into it, and then it started to smoke.

The smoking has stopped, and the food is ready.

He still can't figure out how water can cook rice.

That was clearly cold water.

After turning through the corridor, the resting place for the few people on duty was just ahead.

As he approached, the door opened from the inside, and Feng Xi peeked out.

"You're back? What did the Prince say?" Feng Xi stepped aside to let him in, her gaze falling on his hand. "What's this?"

Shadow Falcon went in and placed the lunchbox on the table.

Feng Xi followed and stood by the table, looking down.

There was a square, box-like object that was still steaming.

It smells like food.

"Food?" Feng Xi asked casually. "A gift from the Prince?"

Shadow Falcon sat down and looked at him. "I just saw a woman in the Prince's room."

Feng Xi was staring at the box, studying it, and casually repeated, "A woman..."

He paused mid-sentence, "A woman?"

He suddenly looked up, his eyes widening. "What woman? In the prince's room? A woman?"

Shadow Falcon looked at him and nodded.

Feng Xi stood there with his mouth agape, not moving for a long time.

"No..." He swallowed hard, confirming again, "You mean... there's a girl... in the prince's room?"

Shadow Falcon nodded again.

Feng Xi looked like he had been punched.

He opened his mouth wide and blinked several times, then blinked several more times, finally managing to squeeze out a sentence.

"A prince? A prince who never lets anyone near him? The prince who even leaves the tea served by the maid outside the door and then carries it in himself?"

Shadow Falcon didn't speak, but its expression answered.

Feng Xi walked around the house once, then plopped down next to him and stared at him.

He lowered his voice, "What kind of girl?"

Shadow Falcon thought for a moment, "It looks good."

Feng Xi leaned forward. "How beautiful is it? What does it look like?"

Shadow Falcon recalled the scene from just now.

The woman sat on the prince's lap; she had very fair skin, large eyes, and wore very strange clothes...

But he didn't dare to look closely.

Because every time his gaze drifted in that direction, it would meet the prince's eyes.

Although he didn't show much expression, just one look at him sent chills down his spine.

"White," Shadow Falcon concluded. "Very white, and wearing... clothes I've never seen before."

Feng Xi frowned upon hearing this. "That's it?"

Shadow Falcon glanced at him and retorted, "How closely do you want me to look?"

Feng Xi choked upon hearing this.

Yingjun then added, "The prince held her tightly, never letting go. He applied medicine to her, asked her if she was in pain, and I walked back and forth several times before finally delivering the military report to the prince."

Feng Xi's mouth gaped open even wider. "You mean... Your Highness?"

Shadow Falcon nodded.

Feng Xi remained silent for a long while.

Then he leaned back in his chair, staring at the lunchbox on the table for a long time without saying a word.

After a while, he suddenly remembered something, pointed to the lunchbox, and asked, "This wasn't made by that girl, was it?"

The Shadow Falcon did not answer.

Feng Xi took it as a tacit agreement, leaned closer to look at the lunchbox again, and this time his gaze was even more complicated.

"The food she cooked... the prince rewarded you with it..."

He muttered to himself, then suddenly looked up at the Shadow Falcon, "Have you eaten? Was it good?"

As Yingjun looked at the lunchbox, he suddenly remembered the look the prince had given him before leaving.

But his back is still cold.

Feng Xi stared at the lunchbox and then at Zhou Ying, his expression changing several times.

"You're just going to leave it like this?"

Shadow Falcon stared thoughtfully at the steaming rice.

Feng Xi waited a while, then asked again, "Is that girl... still in the Prince's room?"

Shadow Falcon nodded. "Still here."

Feng Xi, her eyes fixed on the lunchbox, suddenly spoke, "What do you think His Highness means by this?"

Shadow Falcon looked at him upon hearing this, waiting for his next words.

Feng Xi lowered her voice, "I mean, in all these years, I've never seen the Prince show any interest in any woman..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but he conveyed the meaning.

Shadow Falcon was silent for a moment, then said, "I don't know."

Feng Xi continued, "From what you're saying, could that girl be our future queen?"

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