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These two days, no matter how busy Prince Zhan was, he would always go back to the Duke Palace for dinner. Sometimes, when Nangong Waner was eating, the Prince Zhan would just hurriedly come back from the palace.

Nangong Waner looked at Prince Zhan who was wearing a court uniform and eating dinner beside him, and silently sympathized with the Emperor, ”The imperial cuisine in the palace must be delicious, if not why would Prince Zhan come back hungry for dinner.”

As he thought about it, Nangong Waner felt some sympathy for Prince Zhan, and he really worked hard, getting busy everyday and not being able to eat meals on time. In the blink of an eye, Nangong Waner put some food into Prince Zhan's bowl, ”Eat more.”

Prince Zhan immediately ate it, and his face had a look of enjoyment.

Seeing that the Prince Zhan was so happy, Nangong Waner was even more annoyed. He thought about how the servants in the juniors had said that the person beaten to death in the Wang Residence a few days ago was a spy from the previous dynasty, and he had truly wronged Chu Xiuhan, and thought that he was just an ordinary person who did not have enough time to hide. As he thought about this, he unconsciously picked up another piece of meat and placed it into Prince Zhan's bowl because he felt deeply guilty for wrongly blaming Prince Zhan for the past few days.

Nangong Waner raised his chopsticks and fell completely into deep thought, he also remembered that when he was at the tea shop and heard the gossip, Prince Zhan went to the frontlines when he was fifteen years old, and after going through several life and death situations, he returned victorious after eight years. Nangong Waner really pitied the teenager in the story by silently picking up two vegetables and placing them in Prince Zhan's bowl.

Suddenly, Nangong Waner remembered that the servant said that the Prince Zhan had supported up to half of the luck of the Tian Sheng, and that the various powers wanted to sneak into the Duke Palaces, or provoke them, or try to rope them in. Nangong Waner sighed, ”Ah,” and then looked up at Chu Xiuhan, silently cursing in his heart, ”It's so tiring to live like this, and the pressure is too great.” As he thought about it, he added another two pieces of meat into Prince Zhan's bowl.

”Wan Er”, Prince Zhan said somewhat helplessly. Nangong Waner raised his chopsticks and looked at him suspiciously, ”What's wrong?”

When Nangong Waner looked at the bowl in front of him, he didn't know when, but the bowl in front of him had become as tall as a small mountain. Furthermore, at this moment, Nangong Waner was holding a piece of meat in his chopsticks, which was obviously going to be piled on that small hill again.

The Prince Zhan was baffled by Nangong Waner's sudden gesture of goodwill, but she was still extremely happy deep in her heart. During the meal, Liu Hong came in with a bowl of black soup, saying that it was a prescription given by Imperial Physician Yang.

Seeing that, Nangong Waner immediately lowered his head, and quickly scooped up the rice in his bowl, as if he had not heard what Liu Hong had said.

Prince Zhan gently pushed the medicine bowl in front of Nangong Waner, indicating for him to drink it. Nangong Waner immediately teared up as if she was a pearl with a broken string, puckered her lips, and said in an extremely aggrieved manner, ”I'm not sick … ”I'm not sick …” How could the Prince Zhan endure this? He hurriedly went over to coax, ”I'm not sick … ”No problem …” As he coaxed her, he also gently caressed Nangong Waner's back with his big hands.

Seeing that it was very useful, Nangong Waner continued to cry, ”I don't drink medicine … ”I don't drink medicine …”

Hearing that, the Prince Zhan hurriedly replied, ”I won't drink any medicine …” ”Don't drink medicine …”

Nangong Waner was overjoyed in his heart, but he cried even harder on the surface, ”Then drink the medicine and don't waste it … ”Isn't it a hundred year old mountain ginseng?” Nangong Waner thought that in any case, Chu Xiuhan had done his best to take care of things everyday.

Hearing that, Prince Zhan paused, looking at the black medicinal juice in front of him, he hesitated, ”If you don't drink it … ”Fall down …”

But Nangong Waner refused, and cried until her eyes turned red, ”I can't fall … Too much waste... ”It can't be reversed …”

Seeing this, Prince Zhan drank the medicine. Nangong Waner quickly put a candied fruit in his mouth, then smiled and asked him, ”Is it sweet?”