C67

When Shen Qinghan returned to the Crown Prince's Palace, the servant came to report, saying that lunch was already prepared. Shen Qinghan did not think much of it, and got up to head towards the side chamber.

When he reached the side chamber, Shen Qinghan was just about to step out of the door, when he immediately smelled a pungent smell. Shen Qinghan frowned.

"You're back?"

Hearing the footsteps, Lin Jie who had just finished busying himself raised his head and looked towards Shen Qinghan who was standing at the entrance.

Shen Qinghan pursed his lips, without saying a word, he walked to the table and looked at the table, only to see that the table was filled with dishes that were burning red. The food was extremely spicy, causing Shen Qinghan's frown to deepen.

"I heard that you don't have any appetite recently, so I specially made some spicy dishes for you to eat. But don't worry, I know you don't like to eat spicy dishes, so these are all spicy dishes."

Lin Jie grinned.

Shen Qinghan looked at the table full of spicy dishes, then looked at Lin Jie who looked forward to it, without saying anything, he pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Try this spicy chicken. I've been cooking for a long time."

Lin Jie took a bite of the chicken and placed it into Shen Qinghan's bowl.

Shen Qinghan picked up the chopsticks and was about to pick up the spicy chicken that was covered with red peppers. Surprised, Jiang Yang immediately replied, "Your Highness, imperial physician has already instructed you, you cannot …"

"You can leave first."

Shen Qinghan's movements paused, his eyebrows knitted, his expression shivered, and he interrupted Jiang Yang's words, speaking indifferently.

Lin Jie blinked his eyes.

"But …"

Jiang Yang was startled.

"Step down."

Shen Qinghan emphasized his tone, as he said coldly.

"Yes, sir."

Jiang Yang could only withdraw.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Jie did not understand, and looked at Shen Qinghan suspiciously.

"I'm fine."

Shen Qinghan put the chicken that Lin Jie brought over into his mouth.

It was not very spicy, and even Shen Qinghan, who was used to having light tastes, was able to accept that.

"How is it? "Is it good to eat?"

Lin Jie's eyes immediately lit up.

"It's very delicious, the taste is just right."

Shen Qinghan put down his chopsticks, smiled slightly and said.

Lin Jie was satisfied, he laughed, and gave Shen Qinghan some potato shreds, "This is sour and spicy potato shreds, they are sour and spicy, very appetizing."

"Alright."

Shen Qinghan tasted the dishes brought over by Lin Jie, but he did not refuse. Looking at the faint smile on the corner of Shen Qinghan's mouth, he obviously didn't receive a very direct compliment from Shen Qinghan, but for some reason, Lin Jie felt really happy in his heart.

"Let's try this again!"

Lin Jie smiled as he picked up a mouthful of food for Shen Qinghan.

Shen Qinghan ate them one by one.

"How is it? My culinary skills are pretty good, right? "

This was the only specialty that Lin Jie was proud of.

He had lived in a stupor for more than twenty years. Other than his culinary skills, he had nothing else to be proud of.

"Yes."

Shen Qinghan did not reply excessively, only faintly replied with a single word.

Lin Jie was already used to Shen Qinghan's silence, he was not angry at all. He grinned, looked down at Shen Qinghan, and said: "I, sometimes am really curious about one thing."

"What?"

Shen Qinghan's movements paused.

"Don't you usually talk so much? Don't you feel so stifled?"

Lin Jie blinked his eyes and asked curiously.

"Not everyone has a blabbermouth like you."

Shen Qinghan took a sip of the hot tea and said indifferently.

"…"

The corner of Lin Jie's mouth twitched, "I realized, Shen Qinghan, not only are you violent, you're also very evil."

It was exactly the kind of person that would not give up until he was shocked to death, right?

Either they didn't say anything, or the moment they did, they would be angered to death.

"Amazing."

Shen Qinghan was expressionless.

"I've never been praising you, okay?"

Lin Jie's brows fiercely jumped.

"Then what do you mean?"

Shen Qinghan looked at Lin Jie, his cold eyes staring deeply at him, causing Lin Jie to feel a chill down his spine, and he quickly turned his gaze away.

"Alright, alright, I'm praising you. That should be fine, right?"

Lin Jie curled his lips and lowered his head.

"Another day, bring Lin Jie to the imperial mausoleum, and let your mother see him."

Looking at Lin Jie, suddenly, Shen Qinghan's words sounded beside his ears.

"Lin Jie."

Suddenly, Shen Qinghan opened his mouth.

"What?"

Lin Jie clenched his teeth as he raised his head.

"I'm fine."

Shen Qinghan looked at Lin Jie, but suddenly he could not say a word, lowering his head, he grabbed the food and slowly put it into his mouth.

Lin Jie was stupefied.

After lunch, Lin Jie returned to the east yard while humming a song.

"Master's mood seems to be quite good today."

San Xi offered tea for Lin Jie as he smiled.

"Is there?"

Lin Jie blinked his eyes.

"Yes, Master seemed like he was about to die yesterday."

San Xi copied Lin Jie and reached out to grab his face, then said, "It's about like this."

Lin Jie was in disbelief, "Am I really like this yesterday?"

San Xi nodded.

Lin Jie couldn't help but cough dryly, then he lowered his head. Recalling Shen Qinghan's smile just now, his ears couldn't help but slightly flush.

Deep into the night

Jiang Yang realized that not only did the injury on his hands not improve, it had instead worsened, and so he immediately sent someone to invite imperial physician over.

imperial physician looked carefully at the wound on the back of Shen Qinghan's hand and frowned, "I had originally thought that this scald would not heal this slowly …"

Finished speaking, the imperial physician raised his head again, looked at Shen Qinghan and asked, "Has Your Highness eaten any stimulating food or come into contact with any other ointment?"

Shen Qinghan was slightly startled. Under the candlelight, her handsome and ice-cold face did not have any expression, but her eyes were slightly sunken, with a hint of hesitation.

That night, the delicate face under the light slowly fell into his heart.

Shen Qinghan could not help but slowly clench his fists.

"Your Highness?" Your Highness? "

Seeing that Shen Qinghan did not answer for a long time, the imperial physician asked carefully.

"Nope."

Shen Qinghan slowly loosened his tightly clenched fists as he asked indifferently.

Hearing that, imperial physician was startled, he lowered his head and continued to ponder, "Then that's strange …"