Prince's Fierce Concubine

She pursed her lips, suddenly feeling that she didn't seem like herself.

Why did his emotions fluctuate so much?

Was her personality extremely rational?

Could it be that just because of a twisted interpretation from his words, she was able to throw a tantrum?

What right did she have to take him? She couldn't be like an ordinary person and misunderstand him.

What right did she have to make him special to her?

If they were to fall out, it would be a bad thing to leave.

When he was giving the porridge to Su Nanxing, Lin Xuecha was still a little worried, so he knocked on the door.

Silence reigned in the room. The next moment, a man's cold voice could be heard.

"Come in."

Lin Xuecha's eyes trembled.

With one hand holding the porridge, she gently pushed open the door and slowly walked in.

The posture of the man didn't seem to have changed much.

In the daytime, he would sit and meditate with his legs crossed.

He wasn't afraid at all. He was trying to suppress the slight fracture of his injured foot.

At night, he would hug her and sleep on his side.

She was not used to it. She had refused it once or twice.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, and his tone was calm and indifferent, as if his words were white and cold. However, he was extremely domineering, not allowing her to have the slightest bit of doubt in her words.

"Even if you're not used to it, you still have to get used to it. In the future, you'll have to get used to it."

She kept having the feeling that there was something in Su Nanxing's words.

However, after thinking about it for a while, he felt that it was very strange.

It was impossible that the one he loved was her.

They had only met a few times, and he couldn't have fallen in love with her as a child, right?

Moreover, when Zi Hui talked about his beloved one, she had speculated it using the time he had given her.

That person must have been the woman he had met during the six years he had spent at the border.

And that woman was definitely not her.

The man raised his head and glanced at Lin Xuecha.

Lin Xuecha was only holding a bowl of porridge and the color of his eyes slightly fluctuated, but he did not say a word.

Lin Xuecha, however, leaned forward and passed the porridge in his hand to Su Nanxing.

She glanced at him and saw that his face was expressionless and emotionless. She could not help but lower her eyes. "Your Highness, let's have lunch."

The man didn't pick it up but asked her, "Are there no more rice in the wok?"

Lin Xuecha was startled, and subconsciously raised his eyes to look at him.

She didn't understand what he meant, so she could only reply.

"There's rice in the pot."

"You're not going to have lunch?"

"..." You need to have lunch. "

"Yes." Su Nanxing responded with an emotionless tone, "Then why is there only a bowl of porridge?"

For the past three days, Lin Xuecha had carried her own food in one hand and his in the other. Today, she had only brought a bowl of food and it was even given to him.

It wasn't because she couldn't open the pot, nor was it because she didn't eat. Why would she only take out one bowl?

Could it be that after the conflict, she didn't even feel like eating with him anymore?

Lin Xuecha's eyes flashed, and he casually said, "It's because this congee is too hot, and the snow tea is afraid that the congee water would accidentally spill and burn my hand, so I only carried a bowl."

The man's face was extremely pale as he took the bowl of porridge from Lin Xuecha's hands.

He used a porcelain spoon to lightly scoop a mouthful of soup around the edge of the bowl, put it into his mouth, and chewed it a few times.

Lin Xuecha was just about to go out when he took a bowl of porridge.

However, he suddenly frowned with a strange expression on his face. Her heart skipped a beat and she opened her mouth to ask, "Is it hard to eat?"

The man's gaze swept over her but did not reply. He instead asked, "You cooked this porridge?"

Lin Xuecha's face blushed a little.

She felt a bit uncomfortable as she stroked her cheeks and hooked her fingers behind her ears.

"About that, the old granny said that she wanted to cook the porridge and eat it. I saw that cooking the porridge seemed to be very easy, so I learnt a bit from her. I …" "I know that my culinary skills are not good, so I first let the mother-in-law try it before bringing it in for His Highness."

Lin Xuecha bit her lips and asked carefully, "Your Highness, do you think it's hard to eat?"

The man continued to remain silent and did not speak.

A pair of inky black eyes stared fixedly at her.

It was unknown what Lin Xuecha was in a hurry for.

She suddenly took the spoon from his hand, scooped up a mouthful of porridge and drank it. After chewing a few times, it became light and sweet.

Frowning, she mumbled, "It feels good …"

She bit her lips and raised her eyes, wanting to tell Su Nanxing that she was going to give him a bowl of porridge water made by the old granny.

Unexpectedly, right at this moment, Su Nanxing stretched out her hand and took back the spoon in her hand.

He lowered his eyes and dipped his spoon into the porridge water. "This King did not say it was bad."

Lin Xuecha's eyes flashed with a smile.

Very quickly, she might not even know it.

However, the next moment, she suddenly remembered that there was his saliva on the spoon.

Now there was her saliva.

Her face flushed.

Seeing Su Nanxing scoop up a mouthful of porridge and pour it into her mouth, she instinctively stretched out her hand, wanting to stop him, but did not know what to say.

She could only watch as he placed the piece of meat she had just eaten into her mouth.

Then, the man looked at her and nodded, saying, "It tastes really good."

He did not know if it was Lin Xuecha, but he was too dirty.

It was still as Su Nanxing had said before, it was really easy to guess the meaning behind his words.

Hearing his words, Lin Xuecha actually thought of something, not that the taste of the porridge wasn't bad, but that she thought of her own … The taste was good.

Lin Xuecha felt her cheeks burning up.

Even his ears were scorching hot.

She was a little flustered and a little confused as she said, "I, I …" "Snow tea, please enjoy some porridge and water, your majesty."

Finished speaking, she seemed to have fled for her life as she quickly walked out of the room.

The man's calm black eyes watched her back as she left. A trace of amusement and ridicule flashed across his eyes. The corner of his cold lips also curled up little by little.

After lunch, Lin Xuecha went out to wash the dishes and gather the herbs.

The old man held a few herbs in his hand, his body leaning on the door of Su Nanxing's little house.

He raised his chin and smiled brightly. "What do you think, is the porridge your wife cooked good?"

Su Nanxing smiled faintly: "People are better than porridge."

The old man was startled, when he understood the meaning of Su Nanxing's words.

The old man clicked his tongue, shook his head, and said, "It seems this little lady will fall into your hands, not without reason."

"However, looking at my old man's Fiery Eyes of Truth, it seems like my wife's heart isn't completely on you yet. She isn't even willing to bandage your wounds, but is instead willing to bandage another man. Haha …"

However, he did not see the anger he had been expecting. Instead, Su Nanxing gave a low laugh.

He suddenly asked the old man a question that had nothing to do with the last time, "Grandpa, should be someone from Capital City, right?"

The arrogant smile on the old man's face faded slightly.

He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why do you say that?"

"An accent."

Su Nanxing only replied with two words.

The old man's accent was a pure Capital City accent.

As the saying goes, a country voice without any change in sideburns will change one's appearance and temperament, but an accent is extremely difficult to change.

No one could refute this point.

The old man's fingers caressed the herb in his hand.

His eyes flashed slightly, and he laughed out loud, "You brat, your thoughts are quite detailed. This old man is indeed someone of Capital City."

"I don't know about Grandfather, but did he move from the Capital City to here thirty-one years ago?"

The old man's expression changed slightly when he heard the sensitive words.

He did not speak.

Su Nanxing meditated on the bed steadily, his low voice drifted into the old man's ears from the small room.

"Thirty-one years ago, the current mother of Tianchen Kingdom was born in October, but due to her old age, her life was in danger. Thus, the current empress dowager rushed over with haste to the imperial physician to assist in the delivery.

A prince has safely descended into this world and in less than a month, he has been appointed as the crown prince by the current Son of Heaven. This is a joyous occasion for Tianchen Kingdom, but what is unfathomable, unfathomable is … "

He paused and looked at the old man.

The man's expression was calm, his thin lips parted once more, his words extremely clear.

"What makes people puzzled is that the imperial physician who assisted in the delivery of the child resigned due to the mother's illness before the crown prince even became the crown prince. There has been no news of her since then."

"What's wrong with that? That imperial physician might indeed have matters to attend to in his family. It's understandable for him to resign his position."

"Maybe so."

Su Nanxing laughed, as his eyes darkened, "Grandfather is very knowledgeable, today I have heard this junior argue with my wife, and found out this junior's identity, so Grandfather can still remain calm. He is still neither humble nor haughty, and is quite similar to the imperial physician that assisted in the delivery back then."

Back then, the imperial physician was as skilled as his alcoholic master.

But because of his strength, his personality was also very arrogant.

For some schools, he did not want to be in cahoots with others.

Afterwards, because he saved the woman that the old emperor took a fancy to, which was later on, Noble Consort Qin who stayed in the Magnificent Brocade Palace was promoted to a Fellow of the Imperial Hospital.

After the empress gave birth to her child, he had once ran outside the Imperial Study in great joy, and told the old emperor while dancing and gesticulating that the empress had given birth to a prince without the slightest trace of the calm and composure of an ordinary imperial physician.

Naturally, for someone who dared to challenge Imperial Study, their courage was commendable. Ordinary people wouldn't have that kind of courage.

The room was silent.

As he fiddled with the herbs, he suddenly stopped, and the expression in the old man's eyes turned cold.

He asked Su Nanxing, "Brat, what exactly do you want to say?"

Su Nanxing suddenly smiled faintly.

His smile was too forgiving.

It gave others the feeling that everything was in his hands.

He was in charge of the operation and was calm and collected.

The old man's expression changed slightly as he said, "We will leave as soon as possible. We won't cause any trouble for grandpa and grandma."

The old man's expression changed again.

His gaze landed on the man sitting on the bed. He remained silent for a moment before he smiled and said.

"Boy, you're quite deep. You spoke all sorts of nonsense just to expose my identity, and now you're even buying obediently. What, you want to get the old man's sympathy?"

He raised his eyebrows and snorted, beaming. "It's not difficult to get the old man's sympathy. However, the old man will not tell you about what happened that year."

Su Nanxing's smile remained the same, and he did not reply.

The old man snorted twice in anger. "Kid, you've managed to get my secret. Aren't you afraid that I'll poison your medicine?"

Su Nanxing said with a assured voice, "I'm not afraid."