Feng Yexuan's gaze finally landed on the bowl of ginseng soup.
But he didn't take it.
He merely glanced at it indifferently, "Just leave it there. This Prince will drink it later."
Fen Ling's heart tightened, and her eyes darkened slightly.
Yet her tone remained as gentle as the wind, "Ginseng soup boosts vitality. You've been so busy lately; drinking it will give you more energy."
"Mm." But he still didn't take the bowl. Instead, he casually picked up a book to read.
Fen Ling glanced at the cover—it was a medical book!
Could Chu Qianli's influence on him have grown to this extent?
A medical book?
When did he develop an interest in medicine?
Previously, weren't books on military strategies always his favorite?
To say this had nothing to do with Chu Qianli—Fen Ling wouldn't believe it even under threat of death!
That vile woman had infiltrated every aspect of Feng Yexuan's life without a trace.
