Chapter 8: Chapter 3: Jun Moxiao's Pampering (Part 2)

A wave of happiness surged in her heart. Since she was young, Xia Zibing had been all alone. Everyone around her was filled with schemes and calculations. Only after her transmigration had her mother devoted herself entirely to her. As for the word "father," she had always held it in contempt. She never expected that the unfaithful man she had cursed so many times could treat her like this. This was paternal love—a paternal love she had never once enjoyed. She had intended to ask her mother about the situation, but everything was understood without words.

Xia Zibing said nothing, instead gazing at the box of fruit Jun Moxiao had produced. She couldn't resist putting them into her mouth one by one. It wasn't just that the fruit was delicious, but that it represented her father's heartfelt intention. Xia Zibing ate as if they were the most wonderful fruits in the world, making her entire body feel at ease.

But as she ate, she couldn't help but close the lid and pitifully hand the box back to Jun Moxiao.

"Don't worry! There is more after you finish these." Seeing Xia Zibing's hesitation, Jun Moxiao opened the box and personally placed a piece of fruit into her mouth. In an instant, she smiled happily like a child and accepted it immediately. Indeed, she had only reluctantly given it up because she was afraid that, in the future, she wouldn't even have this small comfort when it came time to take medicine.

"Please, Prince and Princess, dine!" Outside the door, a maid reported in a low voice.

Seeing that the two did not object, the maid pushed the door open and entered. Following her, several other maids entered carrying food boxes. They walked timidly toward the two, not daring to lift their heads throughout the entire process. As soon as the food was opened, a greasy odor wafted into Xia Zibing's sensitive nose.

Xia Zibing couldn't help but cover her mouth, yet she still couldn't resist the smell, which nearly made her vomit what she had just eaten.

"Take it away, quickly!" she hurriedly commanded the maid.

"Yes!" The maid quickly closed the food box, her face as pale as paper.

Seeing Xia Zibing in such a state, Jun Moxiao felt an immediate pang of heartache. He turned to look at the culprits: "I told you, the Princess does not like greasy food. Are your ears too small? Do I need to make them larger for you?"

"Please calm your anger, Your Highness! Please calm your anger!" The maids were so terrified their faces turned white, and they collapsed to the ground, kowtowing incessantly. "The food we prepared today was indeed made to the best of our abilities according to your instructions."

Xia Zibing endured her pale complexion and smiled. "Rise, it is not your fault!"

She had intended to personally help them up, but the rules of the Prince's Manor were such that if she truly stood up to assist them, the maids likely wouldn't dare rise. Therefore, she could only try her best to appear harmonious.

"The Princess told you to rise, so get up!" Jun Moxiao's expression remained cold and stern. In the Prince's Manor, he naturally hoped that all servants would treat his Bing'er equally; he did his best to avoid anything that might affect their relationship.

"Yes!" Hearing that cold voice, the maids finally regained their composure and hurriedly stood up.

"You may leave!" Xia Zibing tried her best to speak softly, avoiding her former intimidating aura, lest she truly terrify these maids.

Xia Zibing sighed inwardly. That dish just now wasn't even greasy; in fact, it seemed as if not even a drop of oil had been used. She didn't even know what was happening to her. She actually found the sight of that food impossible to swallow.

"Xiao, don't blame them!" Xia Zibing looked at Jun Moxiao helplessly, lying weakly in his arms.