Feng Yexuan’s gaze finally fell upon the bowl of ginseng soup.
But he did not reach for it.
He merely glanced at it and said, “Leave it here for now. This King will drink it later.”
Feng Ling’s heart tightened, her eyes dimming slightly.
Yet, her words remained as gentle as the wind, “The ginseng soup can invigorate you. You have been busy lately, drinking some ginseng soup will give you more energy.”
“Mm.” But he still didn’t take it. He casually picked up a book and began to read.
Feng Ling glanced at it. It was a medical book!
Had Chu Qianli’s influence on him become this great?
A medical book?
Since when did he become interested in medicine?
Didn’t he used to prefer books on military strategy?
If Feng Ling were to say this matter had nothing to do with Chu Qianli, she would never believe it, even if beaten to death!
That vixen had, in every way possible, infiltrated Feng Yexuan’s life without any regard for boundaries.
“Yexuan, you are already tired enough. Come back and rest well. This book… can you read it later?”
Feng Ling could no longer contain herself and reached out to snatch the book from him.
The moment Feng Ling touched his book, Feng Yexuan seemed to be jolted by something. His eyes instantly turned icy.
Feng Ling was startled.
Although he did not scold her, nor did he even utter a word, the palpable coldness emanating from him, subtly carrying a trace of his power, forced her hand to retract instantly.
“Yexuan!” Feng Ling was so angry she felt like spitting blood.
She merely wanted to take his book away, but in his eyes, she wasn’t even allowed to touch this book!
The words of anger in Feng Ling’s heart couldn’t help but blurt out, “Did Chu Qianli give you this book too?”
“No.” That dead woman wouldn’t give him anything.
This book… he had taken it back from that dead woman himself.
If that dead woman were that considerate, he wouldn’t have… wouldn’t have been so infuriated to the point of spitting blood several times.
“Since it’s not, why are you still…”
“This King has matters to attend to. You should leave first.”
Feng Yexuan intended to put the book down, but halfway through, he picked it up again.
He stood up, walked behind the desk, and put the book away.
Afterward, he took out the letters recently sent by Leng Ji and slowly began to read them.
“Yexuan…”
“This King’s patience is not as good as you imagine.”
These words served as a reminder to Feng Ling that he was still the same aloof, cold, and peerless Prince Xuan.
If it weren’t for the fact that he had previously believed the person in his heart was her, and had directed the patience and gentleness he once showed Chu Qianli towards her, she would never have received even a moment of his pity.
But now, she had angered him!
Feng Yexuan had begun to detest her.
Feng Ling lowered her head, biting her lip, her heart in turmoil, trying hard to adjust her emotions.
She had been taking advantage of Chu Qianli’s position in his heart, and it seemed she had indeed become more and more presumptuous.
“Yexuan, I’m sorry, it was my fault. I’ll leave now.”
She had truly been too anxious lately, pressured by Chu Qianli.
The more important Chu Qianli was in Feng Yexuan’s heart, the more anxious she became.
The more anxious she became, the more mistakes she was prone to make.
Her previous wisdom and composure were completely gone.
Feng Ling took a deep breath and walked to Feng Yexuan’s side again.
Feng Yexuan’s brow immediately furrowed.
Before he could speak to drive her away, Feng Ling said softly, “Yexuan, I didn’t mean anything else. I just wanted to bring you a bowl of ginseng soup.”
“You are unhappy to see me. After you finish the ginseng soup, I will leave immediately. But at least, please don’t reject my good intentions, alright?”