The next morning, as Lan Yan tidied the bed, she noticed the floor was spotless. Had Jun Yelan not slept here last night!
She felt a sudden sense of strangeness and saw Xia Lian, who was bringing water, approach. She secretly asked, "Where did His Highness sleep last night?"
Xia Lian looked bewildered, "Wasn't he sleeping with Wang Fei?"
Lan Yan felt awkward, almost revealing their separate beds. "No, was he busy last night?"
"Impossible, last night I personally saw His Highness by Wang Fei's bed." Xia Lian, as the leader of the death warriors, would definitely know if His Highness had gone out.
Lan Yan was puzzled and thought about asking Jun Yelan later.
However, after breakfast, she hurried to the entrance to ladle porridge, and the matter slipped her mind.
Jun Yelan had arranged everything. Seeing Lan Yan pick up the ladle, he coughed lightly twice.
The maid beside her quickly stepped forward and smiled, "Wang Fei, you have been working hard for three days. Let us handle it from now on." She subtly took the ladle away.
Lan Yan wanted to argue, but heard Jun Yelan cough again. She stepped forward, patted Jun Yelan's back, and asked, "Your Highness, are you alright? Perhaps the air here is not circulating well. Why don't you go inside?"
Just as Jun Yelan was about to speak, he was interrupted by an external voice.
"Wang Fei, I have a folk remedy from my hometown that can cure coughs. Would you like me to try it on His Highness?" The scholar from yesterday reappeared, his eyes fixed on Lan Yan.
Jun Yelan said coldly, "No need, this is an old ailment of mine." He stood in front of Lan Yan, blocking the scholar's view.
The scholar appeared flustered, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes. He smiled, "Alright, Your Highness. It's just a pity."
"That pity is for you," Jun Yelan raised his head, his eyes filled with fierce intensity.
The scholar was somewhat intimidated and quickly moved aside.
Lan Yan, standing nearby, felt as though the two men were not discussing a remedy. Worried about Jun Yelan's health, she went to rest with him, facing the porridge stall of the Grand Prince's mansion not far away.
She called out to the steward there, "Hey, add more rice!"
The steward was pouring from a sack of rice. Hearing that devilish voice, his hand trembled, and he ended up dumping the entire bag in. He wanted to cry but had no tears. Turning his head and seeing Lan Yan's face, he quickly stirred the contents.
Why was he so unlucky to encounter the Third Prince's consort again!
A servant beside him asked, "Steward, should we make black steamed buns? Since these disaster victims are hungry, they'll eat anything." He regretted wasting the fine flour.
The steward hesitated. If they spent too much, the Grand Prince would surely hold him accountable. But if they didn't make white flour steamed buns, he caught Lan Yan's gaze out of the corner of his eye. He called out, "Make white flour steamed buns."
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, not wanting to die.
The servant had to make arrangements, muttering a few words.
At this time, the Grand Prince was in his mansion. Seeing the rough breakfast on the table, he learned that the rice and flour in the mansion had been emptied. He was so angry he almost spat blood on the spot. He rushed to the mansion entrance, ready to question them.
However, as he turned, he saw Jun Yelan and Lan Yan, and silently retreated. He had already received news that Lan Xiaoxiao had been arrested for leaving the mansion without permission, and he couldn't make the same mistake.
"Royal brother, your estate is like this every day, you must have no provisions left."
Jun Yelan said expressionlessly, "It's still better than royal brother's situation."
Lan Yan, peeling an orange beside him, thought to herself, "Their estate's supplies haven't been used yet. These were purchased at a low price from the granary with the Emperor's decree."
Seeing that Lan Yan still had oranges to eat, and there were snacks placed beside her, the Grand Prince became even more indignant. "Royal brother, what time is it now, and you still have the leisure to eat snacks."
Why was his estate devoid of everything?
Jun Yelan bit into the orange Lan Yan handed him and ate it leisurely. "Royal brother, I haven't done anything to be ashamed of, so naturally I can do this. These oranges were grown in our estate, and the pastries were also made by ourselves."
Saying this would prevent them from revealing that their estate still had surplus funds.
Lan Yan swallowed the orange and smiled, "Exactly, I support His Highness." Seeing the Grand Prince's furious expression, it seemed the Grand Prince's mansion had indeed suffered a great loss this time.
Haha, she was so happy.
Jun Yelan took Lan Yan's hand and smiled, "Let's go inside the estate, lest someone come to cause trouble when they can't get what they want." They walked in smiling.
Only the Grand Prince was furious, roaring, "Just be proud now, you'll fall sooner or later." He looked at a corner of the Third Prince's mansion's porridge stall and smiled smugly. The plan was ready to be implemented!
Next, Jun Yelan lectured Lan Yue, and Lan Yan accompanied Madam Li in doing some needlework.
In the evening, Lan Yan pretended to be asleep, wanting to know what Jun Yelan was doing late at night without sleeping.
She heard the sound of a wheelchair approaching. She clasped her hands together and continued listening to the sounds.
The wheelchair stopped by her bed. A strand of hair fell onto her nose, and then there was complete silence. Her nose itched more and more, and she silently prayed for the strand of hair to go away quickly.
But her prayers were useless. Instead, she couldn't help but sneeze. She opened her eyes and met Jun Yelan's gaze, smiling awkwardly, "Good evening."
Jun Yelan was taken aback, "You're not asleep."
Lan Yan's eyes darted away, "I just woke up. By the way, you haven't put on the quilt yet. Shall I help you?" She quickly changed the subject.
However, when she opened the cupboard and saw the empty space, she wondered, "Where are the quilts?" Did someone steal quilts in this era!
Jun Yelan walked over unhurriedly, "Xia Lian took them out to wash, they're not dry yet." This was true, but it was he who had asked Xia Lian to do it.
Lan Yan smiled helplessly. Why hadn't Xia Lian prepared a new quilt? She sat back on the bed, lifted the quilt on the other side, and patted the bed, "Then you sleep here tonight."
She didn't realize how seductive she looked in this state.
Jun Yelan suppressed the desire in his eyes and nodded slightly. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the quilt up. If he moved just a little closer, he could touch Lan Yan's fingers.
Lan Yan, however, noticed nothing and yawned. As she drifted off to sleep, she still reminded him, "If I don't wake up, then you won't be able to sleep tonight, will you?"
"You can't do this anymore, it would break my heart."
Jun Yelan's pupils trembled slightly. He embraced Lan Yan, who had fallen asleep, around her waist and said, "Yes, I won't do this next time." He had originally intended to quietly watch Lan Yan by the bedside, but it would disturb her rest, so sleeping together was better.
The urge to express his feelings was growing stronger, and one day he wouldn't be able to suppress it. He looked at the person in his arms, hoping that she wouldn't be afraid of him when that time came.
That was his only wish.