The Crown Prince felt a sense of embracing death in his heart, though it did not show on his face, only revealing some helplessness.
Yan Luan scooped up a spoonful of porridge, gently blew away the heat, and brought it forward.
The Crown Prince swallowed it down in one gulp, without even tasting it, directly allowing it to slide down his esophagus. He had long perfected this skill of direct swallowing; the medicine was too bitter, and if he savored the taste for too long, he would end up spitting it out.
Indeed, the residual taste left in the mouth wasn't so agreeable, but the Crown Prince's brows did not even twitch, his face showing no ripples of emotion.
As he swallowed, Yan Luan paused in her feeding action. Everyone was waiting for the Crown Prince's reaction, seemingly anticipating some sort of judgment.
