Liu Ruyan refused to believe it, her disappointment reaching its peak.
She rose slowly, curtsying to Prince Yan with a trembling voice, "If that is the case, Ruyan shall take her leave first and let Sister Zhang attend to Your Highness."
Without waiting for Prince Yan's response, Liu Ruyan left the chamber in utter despair.
Prince Yan rubbed his temples in frustration. Couldn't she at least pour him a cup of water before leaving?
He was genuinely thirsty and wanted a drink!
Heartbroken, Liu Ruyan departed, while Zhang Miaoyu entered the room, yawning sleepily. At least Zhang Miaoyu was considerate—she poured water for Prince Yan, even tenderly wiping the droplets from his lips before helping him settle back into bed.
"Your Highness, rest well. If you need anything, this humble servant will be resting on the nearby couch," Zhang Miaoyu said sincerely.
Prince Yan's mood improved slightly.
As drowsiness overtook him, Prince Yan soon drifted into slumber.
