If the young master is unwilling, just like it is now.
Su Jiuci becomes like a discarded toy, only able to remain there and do nothing.
So her final words must have pierced Su Jiuci's heart.
Loving too deeply, she instead lost her way out, lost her sovereignty.
Time passes little by little.
The sun also gradually sets, and the sky nears dusk.
Su Yan lies on the Imperial Concubine Chair, eyes closed.
Soon, Hong Dou comes running over, bowing her head saying
"Young Master, Mr. Su hasn't eaten all day."
Su Yan purses her lips,
"If he won't eat, I can't do anything about it."
Her tone is indifferent, almost flat.
As if she doesn't care.
But after a while, she adds
"Replace those dishes, change them for a new set, see if he will eat."
Hong Dou, about to speak, wants to remind her young master.
This is already the third batch of dishes you've had changed.
Mr. Su isn't eating, changing dishes multiple times is useless, isn't it?
Hong Dou looks at these two stubborn people.
