Feng Wuya hadn't expected that Murong Yu would be here too.
"I just came to see if Mrs. Jiang is getting accustomed to living here."
Murong Yu stood up, as if he was about to leave.
"Wuya, Mrs. Jiang's skills in preparing medicine are truly extraordinary. With her by your side, I can rest easy."
The remark seemed to be addressed not only to Feng Wuya.
Murong Yu was ready to leave, and before stepping out, he looked back at Mrs. Jiang once more.
"Whoever treats my son well, I keep it in mind."
He left.
Jiang Tao tried to take the tray from Feng Wuya's hand, but as she reached out, Feng Wuya actually took a slight step back.
The Prince didn't want to delegate the task to someone else? Such a peculiar action, utterly baffling.
Did he want to personally serve Mrs. Jiang the pastries?
Jiang Tao promptly stepped back, not daring to interfere.
Feng Wuya himself didn't know what he was thinking, but in any case, if he wanted to do it, he did.