(37) A Feast for the Eyes Makes it Easier for the Food to Go Down

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While Chu Qing-Yan was stamping her feet and beating her chest inside, a certain someone had already started to enjoy his breakfast without any qualms. He didn't even have a bit of awareness of having disrupted someone's sweet dreams.

Yesterday night, in order to understand the entire situation in Prince Ying's manor, she especially chatted with Xi Ning until midnight. Now, she only felt that her eyelids were very heavy and she was only thinking of setting an appointment with the God of Dreams to play chess.

But the person at the same table didn't seem to want to fulfill her wishes. A deep and low voice that was as pleasant as a deep sound from a grandfather clock, but that also jolted a person's lungs and heart sounded, "Haven't woken up yet?"

With this respected huge Buddha present, how would she dare to tell the truth? One quiver and she woke up, then repeatedly waved her hand. "No no no, I have slept my fill!"

"Oh? Did you sleep well?" A certain someone seemingly interested, asked in an even tone as he picked up some food from the dishes.

A bead of cold sweat formed on her forehead. Was she allowed to say that the bed was too hard and the quilt still had a musty and rank odor?

But how could you tell the master of the house that their hospitality was bad? That's not right, it seemed right now she wasn't actually a guest, then what could she be considered as?

Just when Chu Qing-Yan was mulling over this question, Xiao Xu glanced at her, speaking only a syllable. "Uh?"

This single undulated sound from him give rise to fine beads of sweat on Chu Qing-Yan's back. Why does this Prince Ying always give her the feeling he was a hibernating snow wolf? His cold eyes were like the snow with a cold atmosphere that threatens people.

"I slept very well, very well, there's nothing that wasn't good!" She said while laughing insincerely.

Xiao Xu didn't look at her again, rather, he became engrossed in eating his meal.

Chu Qing-Yan let out a breath of relief, she dared not be absentminded again and doze off. She obediently picked up her chopsticks and filled her stomach. Although she wasn't hungry, she still needed to put up the appearance, ah!

After eating several mouthfuls, she saw Xiao Xu set down his chopsticks and stand up neatly. At this moment, a female voice sounded from her side, "Your Highness, these are your clothes for today's morning court."

The voice sounded a little familiar. Chu Qing-Yan bit her chopsticks, turned her head around and just so happened to meet a pair of mocking eyes.

The orange clothing against her skin made it glow with the luster of gems, her deep set eyes with a raised chin looking down at people carried a touch of harshness.

If she didn't guess wrong, this was the person responsible for the prince's clothes, Cheng Yi. This was also the female in the courtyard yesterday who told Hong Yi she was a girl who had exaggerated opinion of her abilities. It seemed her enmity wasn't shallow!

Chu Qing-Yan bit her chopsticks as she smiled amiably at her. A pity that person simply didn't pay her any heed and handed over the clothes in her hands to His Highness.

Xiao Xu accepted the robe and very quickly put it on. Then he said to Chu Qing-Yan who was still sitting at the dining table. "If you have any problems, look for Hong Yi."

And then he left with large strides.

Chu Qing-Yan stared dumbfounded, he left just like that? Dragging her out of bed at dawn just to eat several mouthfuls of food?

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