Nan Yan looked at him stupidly, thinking she was dreaming. After a long time, she murmured: "Prince Yan...Your Highness...?"

"It is this king."

"..."

The two looked at each other like this and didn't say another word for a long time. However, Ye Zheng on the side stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, let the younger one do this."

Zhu Feng glanced at her again, stood up, walked to a chair nearby and sat down.

Nan Yan was still sitting on the bedside, and she was in a daze, unable to regain her senses. At this time, Ye Zhen sat in front of the bed and said with a smile: "Young lady, you must be hungry. Eat something first, then eat something."

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He is very young and has an extremely handsome face. Especially when he smiles, his eyes are crooked, giving people a gentle and approachable feeling. Even strangers who see him will be involuntarily attracted to him.

Attracted by such a smile.

Nan Yan glanced at him, then lowered her head to look at the bowl of porridge in his hand.

"..."

Ye Zheng felt that she was still a little confused, so he took some of it and put it to her mouth. As soon as Nanyan opened her mouth and took a sip, she immediately choked and coughed.

"Cough cough, cough cough cough..."

At this moment, her stomach hurt as if there was a knife twisting, and the taste of the rice soup made her tremble all over.

Ye Zheng patted her back, finally calming her down, and said, "Are you feeling better?"

Nan Yan didn't speak, only raised his head, and looked at the bowl of porridge in his hand with eyes red from coughing, his eyes were impatient, even a little hungry.

Ye Zheng also noticed that she was hungry and hurriedly scooped some more porridge into her mouth.

After drinking most of the bowl of porridge, Nan Yan finally felt a little more awake.

Ye Zhen handed her a handkerchief to wipe her mouth, and then took the empty bowl and put it outside. Nan Yan wiped the corners of his mouth, and when he looked up, he saw Zhu Feng sitting on the chair beside him, his eyes still cold.

Look at her.

She put down her weak hand and said softly: "Thank you, Your Highness, King Yan."

Zhu Feng said coldly: "After thanking me this time, how are you going to scold me?"

"..."

Nan Yan was stunned for a moment before she remembered that when she was in the palace, King Yan saved her, and she was grateful for the life-saving grace. However, not long after she left the palace, she said those words in a fit of impatience because he killed innocent people indiscriminately.

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It seems that he is here to cause trouble.

Ye Zhen had just pulled a thin quilt over her body. She subconsciously tightened the corner of the quilt and said softly: "Nan Yan, how dare you."

"Just because you don't dare, doesn't mean you don't think so in your heart."

Zhu Feng stood up holding on to the armrests of the chair, walked slowly to the bed, and looked down at her: "In your heart, you still think you are right, right?"

"..."

"Yes or no?"

Listening to his questioning, Ye Zhen, who was standing nearby and put the empty bowl back on the table, couldn't help but turn around and look at the little woman who was unconscious just now and was still frail now. She was curled up on the bedside.

, under King Yan's questioning, she was like a little rabbit under a tiger's paws. He could tear her to pieces with a little effort, but he kept holding on without speaking.

Wouldn't it be enough for her to just say "no"?

Seeing her pitiful look, Ye Zheng couldn't bear it. He hurriedly put down the bowl and walked over. Just as he was about to change the subject, he heard the little woman lowering her head and whispering in a voice so thin that it was almost inaudible: "Your Highness feels that

,Am I wrong?”
Chapter completed!