Xiaoyao didn't understand.
People like Feng Yexuan had everything at their beck and call.
Even an excellent match was within his grasp—the Empress of Longteng Country, a woman with both beauty and status.
It was said that they had weathered all the storms together, and the people still relish recounting not only their romantic endeavors but also their blood-soaked exploits.
It was evident how profound and deep the couple's experiences were, and how strong their feelings must be!
Having everything, what could he possibly lack?
But now, seeing Feng Yexuan supporting his forehead while closing his eyes to rest, Xiaoyao's heart inexplicably softened.
It seemed... somewhat pitiful.
Could such a formidable person actually have moments of vulnerability?
She had prepared the chrysanthemum tea and looked at him again.
"Prince, it seems that your throat is mostly better. Shall I prepare some more medicine for you?"