The steward nodded and took the things to the outer room.
The maids are moving in the grand master's chair and laying out a soft couch so that Dongfang Aoshi can sit more comfortably.
The steward took out the porridge and brought it to Dongfang Aoshi.
In my heart, I am actually very worried.
I'm afraid that if Dongfang Aoshi eats it, he'll find it tastes bad and he'll drop things.
A heart hangs there.
Others were also very nervous.
I'm afraid that Dongfang Aoshi will be dissatisfied and start to get angry again.
However, what surprised everyone was that Dongfang Aoshi ate up the bowl of porridge without saying a word.
Even, you have to take charge of serving a bowl.
"The princess doesn't have much left. If the prince wants to eat, can I let the kitchen cook some more?" the steward asked.
"No need." Dongfang Aoshi waved his hand.
He has no interest in porridge at all.
I only eat it because it is cooked tenderly.
"But the prince only ate a small bowl, so let's ask the kitchen to prepare some more." The steward advised earnestly.
Dongfang Aoshi waved his hand, his expression already beginning to be impatient.
The manager knew that it was useless to persuade him, so he packed up and left.
Dongfang Aoshi returned to the soft couch to rest.
The steward and the maid retreated together.
When he walked to the door, he paused for a moment, then came back and said, "Your Majesty."
"Is there anything else?" Dongfang Aoshi frowned, not liking to be disturbed all the time.
The manager has gone overboard today and has taken on a little too much responsibility.
"Do you want the prince to drink the medicine too?"
Dongfang Aoshi's reaction was to ignore it and lie down directly.
Seeing his unwillingness to cooperate, the steward really didn't know what to say or what to do.
He sighed in his heart and turned around to leave.
Suddenly, he remembered what Wuming had just said and the small bowl of porridge that Dongfang Aoshi had eaten.
"Prince, the princess needs someone to take care of her now. If the prince's health is not good..." The steward did not continue and stopped.
If she talks too much, Dongfang Aoshi will see that she is stimulating him with gentleness.
Dongfang Aoshi frowned and opened his eyes.
His dark eyes stared at the steward, his gaze as sharp as a knife.
The steward's scalp was numb when he saw him, he was sweating, and his whole back was wet.
Why is the prince glaring at himself like this?
Could it be that she miscalculated?
The prince said he wanted to eat just now, not because he was gentle, but just because he was hungry?
In panic.
Dongfang Aoshi pulled his lips and broke the silence, "Don't you want me to take medicine? Where is the medicine?"
"My subordinates will bring it over immediately." The steward let out a long sigh of relief: It seems that the princess is really important to the prince. Otherwise, the prince would not have changed his mind as soon as he mentioned it.
"Yeah." Dongfang Aoshi nodded and closed his eyes again.
The steward knew that he meant to wait and left quickly.
He came back a few minutes later with a bowl of steaming hot medicine as black as ink in his hand, "Your Majesty, the medicine has been brought over."
Dongfang Aoshi frowned when he saw the medicine.
It's not that Dongfang Aoshi is afraid of taking medicine.
Rather, when he saw the bowl of dark stuff, he knew it must be very bitter.
"Do you want to prepare icing sugar for the prince? Every time the princess drinks medicine, she needs icing sugar, so my subordinates asked me to make some and put them away," the steward said.
Dongfang Aoshi said nothing, glanced at the steward, picked up the bowl, and drank it all in one gulp.
His thick eyebrows were furrowed in pain.
"Prince, icing sugar." The steward quickly handed over a piece of icing sugar.
Dongfang Aoshi lay down again without even looking at it.