Leon Zane stared unblinkingly at Evan Xiao, his eyes filled with resentment.
Why? Why him?!
He’s lived for a thousand years and has never seen His Highness the Crown Prince peel fruit for anyone before!
She should be kneeling to thank him, then nervously accepting it with both hands!
But instead, Grace simply leaned a little closer to Evan Xiao, opening her cherry-like mouth and waiting.
Do you actually want our prince to feed you too?! Leon Zane was screaming inside.
But... His Highness the Crown Prince carefully fed the red fruit into her mouth.
You could tell he was worried juice might drip on her, so he used his magical power to shield her the whole time...
Then, he calmly picked up another fruit and continued peeling.
This scene... was just too much to handle.
Leon Zane gripped the armrest so tightly that he left marks on it...
...
Munching on the sweet, juicy Spirit Peach, Grace continued, "If you’re looking for your mother, shouldn’t you just find women about her age and try them first? Why test every woman in the Zhuo residence?"
As soon as she asked, she noticed Bai Yunshan staring at her in a daze, mouth agape.
That expression was like she’d just witnessed something unbelievable.
"What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?" Grace asked, puzzled.
"Oh? Ah! Well..." Bianca Whitefan composed herself and said, "My divination is based on bloodline. It’s possible my mother isn’t actually in your residence, but maybe her children or other relatives are. So I have to test women of all ages."
"Then why only test women and not men?"
Bianca Whitefan, quick-witted as ever, replied, "During my divination, I saw a blurry figure. It was a woman."
"I see..." Grace touched her nose.
Looks like divination is a pretty handy excuse—she can dodge any question with it.
Just then, Evan Xiao handed over another Spirit Peach, and Grace leaned in for another bite.
This time, her lips accidentally brushed his fingers, and both of them felt a jolt in their hearts.
Grace glanced at Evan Xiao; their eyes met, sparks flew, and all was said without words.
Leon Zane turned away, pretending to rest his forehead on his hand, covering his eyes.
Someone save him!
He does NOT want to witness any more public displays of affection!
"I know this is a tough situation, but we’ve already figured out a solution for you," Bianca Whitefan said, clearly much calmer than Leon Zane.
"What’s the plan?" Grace asked her.
Bianca Whitefan pulled out a pitch-black bottle from her robe and handed it over.
Grace opened the bottle; inside was a black, watery substance with no smell.
"This is venom from a Spiritbane Centipede," Bianca Whitefan said. "If you ingest it, you'll develop symptoms similar to the Spirit Plague."
"Spirit Plague?" Grace’s eyes sharpened. "Wait, is this venom from the Spiritbane Centipede?"
Bianca Whitefan was surprised. "You know about it?"
Grace nodded, carefully closing the bottle. "I know a bit about medicine. I’ve heard of this centipede—if it bites you, the symptoms are almost identical to the Spirit Plague: your magical power dries up, your meridians shrink, your muscles waste away, and you end up a dried corpse."
"Since you know, that's even better!" Bianca Whitefan handed her a white bottle. "Dry the Spiritbane Centipede and grind it into powder—that's the antidote. As long as you take it, you'll be fine."