Her Highness Doesn’t Want to Work Hard Anymore

Hua Manman walks over with a bowl of chicken soup.

"As the saying goes, people are iron and rice is steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry.

No matter how much the prince loses his appetite, he still has to eat a little bit. If you starve your body to death, I will feel sorry for you. "

Li Ji turned his head sideways, his gaze swept across her face, and landed on the chicken soup in front of him.

"The king said he has no appetite and doesn't want to eat, so take it away."

Hua Manman can feel that King Zhao is not in a good mood.

But she's not very good at comforting people.

And she felt that her comfort might not be effective.

After all, she is not King Zhao, so she cannot truly empathize with her.

No matter how much she talked, it didn't help. On the contrary, she felt that she didn't feel backache while standing and talking.

Hua Manman put down the chicken soup, raised her skirt and sat on the pier next to him, silently guarding his side.

Since you can't be comforted, let's accompany you.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became extremely quiet.

Li Ji originally hated being too quiet, but for some reason, this kind of quiet didn't make him feel repulsed.

He thought about it carefully, probably because he knew that there was someone by his side to accompany him.

Time passed little by little.

After an unknown amount of time, Hua Manman felt more and more hungry.

Just when she couldn't help but want to ask the other party to eat something, she suddenly heard King Zhao speak.

"They all want this king to die."

The mother wanted him dead, and the stranger wanted him dead too.

They were all full of malice towards him.

Hua Manman was slightly taken aback.

She doesn't know how to answer this?

Fortunately, King Zhao doesn't need her to talk to him, he just needs a quiet listener at this moment.

"Sometimes this king is also very curious, what did this king do to make so many people want to kill me?"

He looked sideways at Hua Manman.

The long and narrow eyes that were pitch-black as ink were full of confusion.

He was really puzzled, and he wanted an answer.

Hua Manman boldly said: "There is something wrong with your thinking."

Li Ji was not angry because of her statement.

He put on a gesture of all ears.

Hua Manman said seriously: "The bad guys want to hurt others not because of what bad things they did, but more often for their own benefit. As the injured party, how can the prince impose the crimes of the bad guys on himself?"

Li Ji asked back: "You mean, the king is not wrong?"

Hua Manman gave an affirmative answer without hesitation: "Of course, you are not wrong, it is those bad people who want to hurt you."

Li Ji looked at her steadily.

He could not hear any voice from her heart.

In other words, what she said at this time was what she thought in her heart.

What she said was the truth, without any adulteration.

This was the first time Li Ji heard someone say that he was not wrong.

He couldn't help laughing.

On weekdays, he often laughs, but those smiles are always somewhat false and mocking.

At this time, there was no impurity in his smile.

Pure as the first ray of light in the morning.

Hua Manman was stunned.

It wasn't until her stomach began to protest and make a gurgling sound that she came back to her senses and asked cautiously.

"Does your lord have an appetite now?"

Li Ji hadn't been able to chat with others so calmly for a long time.

He felt much better and his appetite recovered, so he nodded in agreement.

"Let's have dinner."

The dishes on the table have already cooled down.

Hua Manman asked the maids to bring the food down and reheat it.

After dinner, Hua Manman stayed in Shanhaiju for the night.

After the maids and servants all retreated, Hua Manman consciously climbed onto the bamboo couch outside.

She said good night to King Zhao through the screen.