Ever since that night, Su Yan not only became an attendant who served closely, but also one who tasted dishes for poison over the next ten days.
Every day, she would have three meals together with Xuanyuan Yonghao.
He seemed to take great pleasure in watching her eat.
As a result, most of the pastries and fruits that were served ended up being 'bestowed' upon Su Yan.
Yet Xuanyuan Yonghao's typhoid fever appeared to show no sign of improvement, still relying on a daily regimen of medicinal soups.
His pale and frail complexion evoked a tenderness in anyone who saw him, involuntary and profound.
On one sunny afternoon when the weather was just right,
#The Third Prince's bedroom#
At his desk, dressed in elegant attire, the Third Prince's eyes were lowered, holding a brush, practicing calligraphy.
He was fair in countenance but seemed a bit frail.
Next to him, Su Yan was cradling a plate of peach blossom soft plum cakes, sitting on a stool, eating in tiny bites.
