Chapter 7: The Emotional Storyline Is About to Begin
The next day, at the crack of dawn, the official road was as quiet as could be. Lu Yuner was riding in a carriage on her way to the Imperial Academy.
Qiu Yi, who was accompanying her on the journey, knew that the master now had the habit of eating breakfast. In the past, due to mild anorexia since childhood, no matter how much Qiu Yi persuaded, the master just wouldn't eat breakfast. Moreover, her regular meals were irregular and she ate little, making her entire body as thin as a rail and lacking in spirit.
Perhaps it was that time when she had abdominal pain, Qiu Yi still felt terrified thinking about it now. It was simply frightening!
At that time, the master's face was pale and bloodless, her clothes were soaked through with cold sweat, and she was rolling back and forth on the bed, clutching her stomach in unbearable pain. She even fainted from the pain, losing consciousness, but fortunately, nothing serious happened in the end.
Since then, the master had changed somewhat. Her appetite improved, she started all kinds of health regimens, and occasionally said things Qiu Yi couldn't understand. Moreover, the master's health gradually improved, her complexion became rosy, and now she even ordered all the servants in the mansion to eat together every time she had breakfast.
She opened the purple sandalwood food box carved with bamboo leaf patterns and took out the small, white and tender steamed buns from the compartments. They were steaming hot now, emitting an enticing aroma.
This was the master's favorite vegetable filling, with thin skin and ample filling. Through the steamed skin, one could carefully see a piece of emerald green inside, like jade.
Since the master's brush with death, Qiu Yi had hired one of the best chefs in the capital city, instructing him to buy the most elastic flour from the east market. The dough was freshly kneaded early in the morning and the buns were freshly wrapped.
Qiu Yi: "Master, come and taste it!"
Lu Yuner took the food with one hand and immediately turned her gaze to the food box. Seeing this setup, it seemed there were several compartments. She smiled wryly and said, "Qiu Yi, I can't eat this much for breakfast. Haven't I told you before? Breakfast should be good, lunch should be filling, and dinner should be light. With so much for breakfast, are you trying to fatten me up?"
Qiu Yi said worriedly, "The doctor said that the master's stomach needs to be well taken care of, and we must not allow any mistakes. Qiu Yi is afraid that the master might not be used to the food at the Imperial Academy. Besides, you won't let me bring you lunch, so I thought you could ask the cooks at the Imperial Academy to heat it up for you later. At least it's made by our own chef at home, and it's what you like to eat, master. It'll be fine."
Lu Yuner's long black eyelashes trembled lightly as she came back to her senses. Qiu Yi was right. The original owner had mild anorexia, which indeed caused some problems with her stomach. It was from that time that she had transmigrated here. She hadn't expected Qiu Yi to be so considerate of her, thinking of every aspect for her so thoroughly.
A wave of warmth spread through her heart, and she said softly, "You can arrange the meals for these few days, but after moving into the Imperial Academy, we can't do this anymore. Everything must be done according to the rules. Don't worry, I'm a grown person now, I can take care of myself. I remember everything the doctor said!"
"Mm."
Two hours later, the sky was clear, and the carriage had arrived at the Jixian Gate. Lu Yuner picked up the food box, waved goodbye to Qiu Yi, and turned to walk towards the Professors' Hall.
At the Yun Prince's mansion, Qinghua Garden.
"Young Master? Young Master? Please get up and wash quickly! You're already late." Xiao Yuan anxiously knocked on the door. He wanted to push the door open, but found that the Young Master had latched it from the inside.
"Young Master? Young Master? Please don't sleep anymore!"
Inside the room, Su Qingwan lay on his side on the bed, wearing a white undergarment. His three thousand strands of ink-black hair were spread out behind him, half-covered by the smooth soft quilt, revealing his body curves. After a night's rest, the undergarment had become loose and slipped to his shoulders. Messy, fine strands of hair fell on his fair and beautifully contoured neck, making his skin appear as white as snow, charming and tender.
Su Qingwan's face was rosy, and he said discontentedly, "I'm not going. I haven't slept enough! I, the honorable Young Master, with such a noble identity, why should I suffer this hardship?" He yawned, "Besides, isn't learning all this just to please women? Hmph! They're not worthy!"