Ye Yiheng's gaze swept across the room.
Song Guo looked troubled as he stared at the two pieces of dried peach in the paper wrapper—one slightly larger, the other relatively smaller.
Should he give the Crown Prince the larger piece, or the smaller one?
Just then, Jian Lecheng hurried in.
Song Guo took a deep breath and decided to give the Crown Prince the smaller piece; after all, wrapped in paper, His Highness wouldn't see the size of the dried peaches.
As Song Guo was slowly handing over the dried peach, Jian Lecheng came up close.
He grabbed the dried peach, tossed it into his mouth, chewed a few times, and his eyes lit up, "Delicious, is there more?"
Ye Yiheng's cold gaze turned toward Jian Lecheng, his eyes unabashedly filled with murderous intent.
He truly wanted to knife the wretch!
Seeing this, Song Guo quickly stuffed the remaining piece into his mouth, almost biting into the paper as well, and after a hasty chew, he swallowed it, his neck stiff.
