Leng Yu Yan chuckled lightly, "Your Highness seems to disdain my cooking skills?"
"How could I?" Ye Yiheng smiled faintly.
"Then when would Your Highness like to eat?"
"You should focus on preparing for the exam."
Leng Yu Yan walked toward the desk, "Does Your Highness wish to test my knowledge?"
Ye Yiheng, still standing by the door, spoke softly, "I won't disturb your revision, I will head back to the bedroom first."
Hearing this, Leng Yu Yan turned back, "Alright, I will see Your Highness out."
"No need, just continue with your reading." With that, Ye Yiheng left on his own.
Leng Yu Yan narrowed her eyes slightly as she observed his stable, yet gentle, pace and his usual expression, along with his even breath, deducing that the tonic soup had no effect on him.
The tonic soup made by Miao Zhu, whose recipe she had written, possessed properties she was well aware of.
