He didn’t know if at that time, like in his dreams, he would degenerate into a killing machine? A ruthless demon? Zhu Junyang shivered in the warm spring sun at noon. He hastily left the manor and unwittingly walked to the black brick, tiled-roof residence at the foot of the mountain. 

“Your Highness, the royal prince only ate half a bowl of peach blossom soup for lunch…” When Meixiang and Lanxiang brought the lunch over, they only saw the young prince’s back view and were confused about where he was going. 

“Don’t worry about him. He won’t starve!” Princess Consort Jing was in a good mood and thus had a good appetite. After she ate a few pieces of peach blossom cakes, she also ate quite a lot for lunch.

Unknowingly, Zhu Junyang had stepped into the Yu Family’s East Courtyard again. Yu Xiaocao’s family was getting ready to eat lunch, so when they saw Royal Prince Yang coming in, they all stood up.

With a smile, Yu Hai rubbed his hands and asked, “Royal Prince Yang, have you eaten lunch yet? If you don’t mind, would you like to eat with us?” 

Zhu Junyang glanced at the table and saw that the dishes on it weren’t the vegetable dishes like Yu Xiaocao had said. Steamed eggs and clams, fried yellow croaker, grilled salmon… These were all dishes that he hadn’t...