After the divorce, the princess was forced to raise a sickly villain

Back at the princess's residence, it was already dark.

Chu Qinghuang opened a packet of herbs, carefully checked the ingredients, and called Mingyue, the maidservant in the palace: "Take this packet of herbs and boil it. Boil three bowls of water into one bowl, and send it over when it's done."

"Yes." Mingyue accepted the order respectfully, "Your Highness has not had dinner yet, I'll have someone prepare dinner for you."

Qinghuang hummed, "Two sets of bowls and chopsticks."

When the princess doted on Feng Jin, she would often eat with him, but today Feng Jin was injured and probably couldn't come to eat with the princess.

Although Mingyue didn't understand, she just responded respectfully and quickly left.

Chu Qinghuang put the other herbs on the table, walked to the low couch in front of the window and sat down, propping up her forehead, looking at the night outside the window expressionlessly, her eyes deep.

The palace was quiet.

"Your Highness." A guard knelt in front of the door and reported in fear, "The Sixth Princess said that Master Feng was in a dangerous condition. After waking up, he fainted again."

So useless.

Chu Qinghuang said in a cold voice: "Don't pay attention to him."

"Yes." The guard retreated.

Dinner was quickly prepared, and Jinlan led the maids to put the food and bowls and chopsticks on the table.

Although Chu Qinghuang had a bad temper, she was not particular about food, nor did she pay much attention to the pomp and circumstance. It was just that she was a princess after all, and no matter how simple it was, it was much better than that of ordinary people.

The maid prepared six dishes and two soups, half meat and half vegetable.

Chu Qinghuang stood up and walked to the table and sat down, "Everyone go down."

"Yes."

The maids put the food and bowls and chopsticks, and filed out.

Chu Qinghuang said in a light voice: "Fu Cang."

A shadow flashed out from behind the curtain in the corner, knelt down and lowered his eyes, waiting for orders.

"I don't ask what Shadow has eaten before, but from now on, you will eat with me." Chu Qinghuang said coldly, "Did you hear that?"

Fu Cang lowered his eyes: "Yes."

"Sit down."

Fu Cang was stunned. Sit down?

Shadow has never had the right to sit. In the past, he trained day and night in the dark room. When he was in front of the master, he either knelt or hid in the dark, or had the opportunity to lie down when he was tortured unconscious. He never had the right to sit.

"Do you need me to say it a second time?" Chu Qinghuang tilted her head and her eyes fell coldly on his face, "Or do you need me to teach you what obedience is?"

Fu Cang's body was slightly stiff, and he lowered his eyes and said: "I know I was wrong."

Chu Qinghuang didn't speak, his expression was as cold as frost.

Fu Cang slowly stood up and sat down on the stool in front of the table with a slightly stiff movement. His body was straight, and his eyes always kept a slightly drooping posture, respectful and docile.

Chu Qinghuang lowered her eyes to eat, her voice was quiet and cold: "Waiting for me to feed you?"

The clean and clear voice entered his ears, and Fu Cang's heart flashed a trace of confusion. He stared at the bowl in front of him for a long time before hesitantly picking up the chopsticks.

The rice was hot, soft and sticky with a fragrant taste.

It was different from what I ate before.

"What did you eat before?" Chu Qinghuang ate the meal politely, and there was a little more leisure in his cold voice, "When I was in the dark pavilion."

Fu Cang put down his chopsticks and answered with his eyes downcast: "Whatever you have."

Hearing this, Chu Qinghuang couldn't help but look up at him.

He hadn't put the mask back on since he took it off at noon. The 17-year-old boy in front of him had a very good-looking face, not evil, not gloomy or soft, but a kind of clear and elegant like a scroll, with an indescribable...clean like dust-free.

Chu Qinghuang was startled by this sentence, and then thought about it, and felt that this statement was extremely appropriate.

The Dark Chamber is a cruel place. Day after day of training is always accompanied by blood and killing. Fu Cang, who can become the first shadow master of the Dark Chamber, is not only more talented than others, but also has many people who died at his hands in those years.

But absolute cruelty is accompanied by absolute simplicity and cleanliness.

The mind of the shadow master is simple. Loyalty to the master is an iron rule engraved in the bones and blood. No one can disobey it. In addition, they have no self, no thoughts, no preferences, and naturally no intrigue and interest entanglement.

The shadow master will not calculate, but will only offer loyalty and obey orders unconditionally.

But such a person, who finally survived the cruel training of hell after hell in the Dark Chamber, was tempered to become the best shadow master of the royal family, and recognized a master, but he did not even have the opportunity to truly use what he learned, and was tortured to death by this violent master.

Chu Qinghuang lowered her eyes, and a deep and complex emotion flashed across her eyes.

She is not a person who is easily soft-hearted.

But I have seen people who are too loyal, who follow and trust unconditionally, and who have no suspicion between the monarch and his subjects or brothers. Such precious feelings are the most difficult to give up.

When she first came to this strange place, whether it was herself or she accepted the identity of Chu Qinghuang, if she had to choose one person to trust at the moment, then this person could only be Fu Cang.

He is her shadow, and after recognizing the master, he will never betray in his life, and will only offer all loyal shadows.

It belongs to her private property - at least when she is still Chu Qinghuang, it can only be her private property.

"Eat." She returned to her thoughts and said lightly, "Don't eat raw and cold food in the future, it's not good for your health."

"Yes."

Fu Cang ate a small bowl of rice and a plate of vegetables in front of him.

For a man - and a martial artist who needs to consume physical energy every day, he really eats a little less.

"There is nothing to worry about in the future. You don't have to kneel down in front of me."