Dongfang Aoshi frowned impatiently, stopped paying attention, and leaned there helplessly, closing his eyes to rest.

After drinking too much, my stomach felt like it was burning with something. It was very uncomfortable and I couldn’t vomit it out...

"Mr. Wuming, look..." The steward couldn't persuade Dongfang Aoshi, so he had no choice but to ask Wuming for help.

Wuming glanced at Dongfang Aoshi's thin cheeks and sighed silently, "Your Majesty."

"Yes." Dongfang Aoshi leaned there, waving his hands without even opening his eyes, "I am tired and want to rest."

"The princess has cooked some porridge in the kitchen this morning. Would you like to have some hot food?" Wu Ming heard what the servants said. Wen Rou went to the kitchen this morning because they were busy taking care of Dongfang Aoshi and did not take care of her breakfast.

Only when you are gentle can you cook and eat by yourself.

When he entered the kitchen just now, Wuming noticed that there was indeed porridge on the small table. He had not finished eating it yet, and most of it was left.

Dongfang Aoshi paused for a moment, his eyes suddenly opened, and his sharp gaze swept towards the steward.

The steward was startled, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, "Your Majesty?"

"I am hungry." Dongfang Aoshi said.

"My subordinates will call the kitchen to prepare immediately." The steward didn't understand what Dongfang Aoshi meant and turned around to leave.

Wuming quickly stopped the person and said, "Don't bother me. Didn't the princess cook porridge this morning? Just heat it and bring it to the prince."

"But, that's what's left..." the steward said awkwardly.

The prince is very picky and never eats leftovers——

The steward has stayed in the palace for so many years, but he has never seen Dongfang Aoshi eat anything less than a meal.

Except when the former princess has not left, the prince will help deal with the remaining things of the former princess...

never mind.

So many years have passed and everyone has died, so there is no point in bringing it up again.

The steward sighed silently.

"It doesn't matter, let the kitchen heat up." Wuming said.

The steward glanced at Dongfang Aoshi and saw no displeasure on Dongfang Aoshi's face. He nodded and left.

"I still have some things to deal with. Is it okay, Your Majesty?" Wuming asked.

Dongfang proudly waved his hand.

Wuming told the maid to watch carefully and call the imperial doctor if there was any problem, then he turned around and left.

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kitchen.

"Steward, do you really want to bring this porridge to the prince?" the maid asked while taking the bowl.

"Do more and talk less." The steward glanced at her, put the porridge into a bowl, and covered it with a lid to prevent it from getting cold.

"Yes." The maid knew that she had talked too much and quickly reflected.

The steward checked to make sure everything was ready before bringing it over.

When they returned to the room, Dongfang Aoshi fell asleep leaning against him.

The steward did not dare to disturb him, so he covered Dongfang Aoshi with a blanket, waved his hand, and motioned for the maids to leave first, and took the hot porridge back to keep it warm.

Several people retreated toward the door silently.

Just when they walked to the door and were about to step out, Dongfang Aoshi's voice sounded in a deep voice——

"Bring it here."

"Yes." The steward immediately ordered someone to bring the things in.

"Where do you want to eat, Your Majesty? On a soft couch? Or outside?" the steward asked in a low voice.
Chapter completed!