Henyee Translations

  Henyee Translations

  When Lu Fenying came in, Mo Qian’er was taking small sips of the porridge. When she raised her head and saw him walk in, she hurriedly stood up. “Your Highness, why are you here so early?”


  Lu Fenying sat down and looked at the food on the table. “Why are you only eating these?”


  How could this be nutritious for the baby?

  “The imperial doctor said I can only eat these,” Mo Qian’er sat down and replied softly.

  Her voice was low and carried a trace of bitterness.

  It was only then that Lu Fenying remembered that he had hurt her last night, and she might not be able to have children again.

  Seeing Mo Qian’er sitting there with her head down, Lu Fenying’s chest suddenly hurt.

  “Oh,” he replied with some difficulty.

  Mo Qian’er picked up her porridge and sipped it again.

  She was as quiet as an obedient child.

  As Lu Fenying sat there and watched her eat the porridge, he felt that it looked delicious. He instructed the maid, “Give me a bowl too.”


  The maid accepted the instruction and left.

  Mo Qian’er looked at him. “Your Highness, the porridge has no flavor. You might not be used to it.”


  “My stomach was injured, so I can only have light food.”


  Mo Qian’er made a light sound of acknowledgement and lowered her head to continue eating.

  Lu Fenying couldn’t eat spicy food, and his stomach definitely hadn’t been able to take the especially spicy food which Gu Bailu prepared for him.

  The porridge was served, and Lu Fenying quickly finished it. It was indeed tasteless and was too simple a dish for him.

  However, seeing how thin Mo Qian’er was and that she could only have this, he felt that the food wasn’t that bad.

  Mo Qian’er ate slowly, but she didn’t say anything. She didn’t know how to get along with Lu Fenying.

  She no longer looked forward to his visits as much as before. When he came back then, she did her best to come up with something to talk about with him.

  However, she didn’t have anything to say. Occasionally, she would talk about the stories she read or what she did that day.

  Naturally, Lu Fenying didn’t like hearing these, so he didn’t reply to her often.

  Sometimes, it was nothing more than an “oh” or a “mm.”


  After that, she gradually started to fear him and no longer dared to have any expectations of him.

  She would be scared every time he came to her room, afraid that he would suddenly do something to her again.

  She was even more afraid of sleeping with him at night.

  So, after all these years, the truth was that Mo Qian’er and Lu Fenying had never spent their time together peacefully.

  Either she was desperately trying to find a topic to talk about so that he would stay longer, or she was too busy feeling scared and hoping that he wouldn’t stay the night in her room.

  It was truly strange to eat porridge together so quietly like this.

  Lu Fenying wasn’t good at talking, and he had never needed to think of a conversation topic before.

  So until they finished their porridge and the maid removed the bowls and chopsticks, they didn’t say anything.

  Lu Fenying felt even worse.

  He sensed that Mo Qian’er didn’t care about him at all, as if whether or not he was sitting here didn’t affect her at all.

  She was neither happy nor scared.

  Mo Qian’er stood up after she was done eating. “Your Highness, the imperial doctor will be coming to take my pulse later. Do you want to stay here?”


  Lu Fenying pulled a long face. “Are you chasing me away?”


  Mo Qian’er shook her head. “No, how can I kick you out? If you’re not leaving, I’ll have a maid serve tea. You can sit there and read a book. There’s a stove in this room, so it’s not cold.”