Jun Huang looked at Nan Xun with fond exasperation. She didn’t expect him to actually feed her. She acquiesced and ate the blood curd in the spoon. The taste made her gag. Nan Xun pursed his lips. He didn’t like seeing her ill.

Jun Huang couldn’t hold it any longer. She threw up what little food she had eaten, her face turning a shade paler. Everyone looked at her worriedly.

Nan Jihan called out for the servants to clean the mess up and turned to Oleg Cragfiend. “She can’t have anything else. If we force her to eat more, it may end up hurting her. We’ll get her some desserts if she gets hungry in the afternoon.”

“Food is crucial to our health. Sweets alone won’t be able to sustain her. She needs real food.” Oleg Cragfiend didn’t like seeing Jun Huang like this either, but he knew best the condition she was in. He wasn’t going to let her get herself killed.

Nan Xun smoothed a hand over Jun Huang’s...