Gui Quan couldn't refuse him and had no choice but to prepare the spring pancakes for him.
Lu Ying ate two spring pancakes with the porridge and instructed Gui Quan to store the rest in the icehouse for tomorrow.
Carrying the food box out, Gui Quan couldn't help shaking his head and heaving a long sigh.
These spring pancakes were clearly made by Madam Shen herself.
Just what kind of bewitching soup had she fed His Highness to captivate him like this?
When Xue Ling heard that Lu Ying was ill, he specially entered the palace to check on him.
Leaning idly against the chamber, he adopted an amused posture. "I must have guessed wrong—could it be that His Highness's ailment is a heartbreak?"
Lu Ying didn't spare him a kind look. "Call Qian Duobao into the palace."
"Alright!" Xue Ling strolled out lazily. "You're the master. Your wish is my command."
It wasn't long before Qian Duobao was brought to the Eastern Palace by Xue Ling, trotting in and bowing deeply in respect.