Dongfang Aoshi didn't even look at her and closed his eyes again.
Wen Wan was rejected and froze there, neither advancing nor retreating, losing face.
The steward came in with the things and saw her standing there, knowing that he must have been ignored by the prince.
With Wen Wan here, it was hard for her to tell the prince that these meals were made by Wen Wan herself.
So, he persuaded, "Princess, the prince has been ill for the past two days and is in a bad mood. He doesn't like to talk to anyone. Princess, don't mind."
"No, why would I mind." Wen Wan smiled unnaturally, resolving some of the embarrassment.
"It's getting late. Princess, do you want to go back and rest first? As long as the prince is here, we will be fine."
"But the prince's body..." Wen Wan glanced at Dongfang Aoshi worriedly.
From beginning to end, Dongfang Aoshi kept his eyes closed and made no movement.
"The imperial doctor has come to see you. There is nothing serious about the prince's health. He will be fine after taking a few doses of medicine." While the steward was speaking, he winked at Wen Wan and signaled her not to pester her. Dongfang Aoshi had a bad temper and would be troubled if he was provoked.
If he is angry, he will never be able to eat and walk around. Everyone in the palace knows this.
How could Wen Wan not understand Dongfang Aoshi's moody temper?
Although I was very reluctant in my heart, I couldn't say anything and retreated obediently.
Seeing that Wen Wan had finally left, the steward let out a long sigh and said, "Your Majesty, my subordinate asked the kitchen to prepare some light meals. Your Majesty will make do with some."
With that said, he brought the small table over and put the food on it.
Dongfang Aoshi frowned, opened his eyes, and shot his sharp gaze towards the steward.
How could the manager not know that Dongfang Aoshi wanted to remove the things himself?
He smiled, filled up a bowl of porridge, and handed it over, "Your Majesty, my subordinate tricked the princess into making this myself, and the prince will reward me with some food?"
"Wenwan?" Dongfang Aoshi glanced at the things on the table, his voice was very dry and hoarse.
Wen Wan appeared so coincidentally, Dongfang Aoshi thought that Wen Wan made the thing.
"How can the eldest lady know how to cook if her fingers are not wet with spring water?" The steward put the bowls and chopsticks into Dongfang Aoshi's hands, "It's the second lady. The subordinate lied to her and said that she had a little nephew who liked what she made.
Only the second young lady is willing to cook."
"Did Rou'er make it?" Dongfang Aoshi clenched his bowl and chopsticks, suddenly having an appetite.
"Yes, please eat more, Your Majesty. When making it, the Princess asked her subordinates to taste it and it was very good." said the steward.
Of course Dongfang Aoshi knows that Gentle's cooking skills are very good.
In the past, when he got tired of eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, he would often pester Wen Wenwen and ask her to cook.
Wen Geng always has a way of making seemingly ordinary dishes very creative and exciting.
However, Wen Wenwen was willing to cook for him before.
Now...but I have to take care of things and lie...
Dongfang Aoshi pulled his lower lip mockingly.
All of this was his own fault. He was sorry for Wen Wen and did such a cruel thing. He couldn't blame others.
Dongfang Aoshi took a small bite.
"How is it?" the steward asked.
"Yeah." Dongfang Aoshi nodded and continued eating.
Soon, all the food on the table was eaten, and there was nothing left.
"If the prince likes it, I will ask the princess to prepare it in the evening." The steward said while cleaning up. He was very happy that Dongfang Aoshi was willing to eat.
"Is she willing?" Dongfang Aoshi's voice was hoarse.
"As long as the prince wants to eat, his subordinates will definitely find a way."