Unhappy Crown Prince

Of course, Feng Wu didn't rush to apologize to Jun Linyuan.

Being so straightforward wasn't her thing.

This was so embarrassing…

She stalled for as long as she could. After making some chicken porridge, she squeezed some fresh juice and carried everything on a tray.

She knocked on the door.

No one answered.

Feng Wu knew Jun Linyuan must still be mad at her.

She pushed the door open and put the tray on Jun Linyuan's bedside table.

The crown prince was facing the door at first, but he turned to face the wall when Feng Wu came in.

"How old are you?" Feng Wu wanted to ask him.

She had a hard time connecting this childish teenager to the person who created the two incidents that shook the entire Junwu Empire the night before.

She crouched down and poked Jun Linyuan's back with a finger.

He moved a little at her touch.

Feng Wu asked, "Are you hungry? Would you like some porridge?"