"Concubine Liu, you are so beautiful?" Hua Xiangrong nodded slowly.

Liu Qingyao curled her lips and smiled at her. She thought that this time the prince took the initiative to invite her to have a meal in the Feilong Palace dining hall, which would be a good start.

Only when I arrived did I realize that this woman who grew flowers and raised chickens was also here, and most of the enthusiasm in my heart was gone.

He glanced at Fu Jiuchen, and then sat down next to Fu Jiuchen.

"Let's eat." Fu Jiuchen said calmly.

He picked up the white jade dish in front of him and started eating.

After the meal, it was extremely strange. The three of them ate without saying a word.

The atmosphere was so dull, as if some family was having a funeral feast.

This kind of atmosphere ruined the delicacies on this table.

I thought I could have a delicious meal, but in the end, it was like chewing paraffin.

"I'm done eating. Prince and Concubine Liu, please take your time."

As soon as she put the bowl down, Hua Xiangrong couldn't eat anymore, so there was a little rice left in the bowl.

"Princess, how old are you? Why is there still food left?" Liu Qingyao choked and thought.

Hua Xiangrong's moist eyes immediately looked at Fu Jiuchen.

A hint of sarcasm appeared on Liu Qingyao's lips, "Our ancestors of the Tianqi royal family were born in farming, and they cherish food the most. Looking at the entire Tianqi, there will be no leftover food for three-year-old children, let alone in our Ninth Prince's Mansion? You are still the majestic Ninth Princess. Where is his identity?"

After saying that, she turned to look at Fu Jiuchen who was eating silently and asked, "My lord, are you right about what I said?"

Hua Xiangrong raised her eyes and glanced at Liu Qingyao's bowl. Oh my gosh, there's really not a single grain of rice left.

With each mouthful of our Tianqi, has Liu Qingyao forgotten that she is the princess of North Vietnam?

Even if you marry into Tianqi, you can't forget your roots, right?

Not only her bowl, but also Fu Jiuchen's bowl was so clean that not even a grain of rice could be found.

Helpless, Hua Xiangrong picked up the jade chopsticks in front of her and started to pull the rice in the bowl again.

But I was so hungry just now that I couldn't control myself. I had too much food and I couldn't eat it anymore.

It's almost August, and the rice in the bowl is completely cold.

At this moment, Fu Jiuchen suddenly stood up, walked to Hua Xiangrong, and took away the rice bowl from her hand.

Under the astonished gazes of everyone, Hua Xiangrong directly put the half bowl of leftover rice into his own bowl.

"I'm not full yet." After Fu Jiuchen finished speaking, he sat down and ate the cold rice left by Hua Xiangrong, regardless of Xiaoqiang's expression on everyone else's face.

Hua Xiangrong: "..."

That's what I've eaten.

It has my saliva on it.

Are you the dignified Ninth Prince of Tianqi Regent?

How can you eat my leftover cold rice?

Liu Qingyao angrily stirred the embroidered handkerchief in her hand, wishing she could crush Hua Xiangrong into ashes.

Panting for air, he became even more angry because Fu Jiuchen was present and he couldn't do anything.

"Your Majesty, I'm full. Let's go back to the rose garden first. Your Majesty and Princess will take their time." After saying that, he stood up, bowed, and was about to leave.

Damn it, she thought that the prince wanted to give her a great honor by suddenly asking her to come over for dinner, but she didn't expect that she would be a clown.

The prince actually ate the leftover rice from that woman in front of her. Does it mean that the prince already has that woman in his heart?
Chapter completed!