After Tong Sui simply washed up, he went inside.
As the sky darkened, the snowy scenery took on a faint blue hue, and warm-colored candles were lit inside the hall.
Rong Jin was reviewing memorials.
Having been lazy all day, Tong Sui felt particularly guilty now, quietly sitting down beside him and softly calling, “Sir…”
Rong Jin responded with a sound of acknowledgment.
One is at a disadvantage when they receive favors; after all, Rong Jin had provided him with such good material conditions as a reward.
Tong Sui hurriedly utilized his few meager skills, just grabbing the ink stick when he was interrupted.
Rong Jin said, “Put that down. I didn’t ask you to do this.”
Tong Sui felt his heart racing.
What if he didn’t know any other skills? He felt strangely useless.
“Are you hungry?”
Rong Jin suddenly asked.
Tong Sui was taken aback. “Huh?”
He clearly didn’t expect Rong Jin to ask him if he was hungry, but he nodded slowly.
“Let’s go eat.” Rong Jin put down the unfinished memorial and walked outside.
Tong Sui quickly followed him.
In the dining hall, there was a round table with various exquisite dishes on it, many of which were lost recipes that Tong Sui had seen in scientific literature before.
Even the bowls and plates used for serving the dishes were incredibly finely crafted.
Any single item of this nature in modern times would be enough to be displayed in a museum as a treasured exhibit.
Once Rong Jin sat down, Tong Sui remained standing beside him, looking starry-eyed but reluctant to sit down.
He pulled the chair next to him, saying, “Sit.”
Tong Sui hesitated for a moment before carefully sitting down. Did he need to help serve the dishes?
That’s how it’s often depicted in dramas.
So he quietly asked, “Sir, what would you like to eat? I can serve you.”
“I have my own hands.” Rong Jin picked up chopsticks. “Just eat your own.”
Is that really okay?
In such a strictly hierarchical era, he, as a servant, wasn’t even supposed to eat at the table, let alone sit beside Rong Jin.
But since he hadn’t eaten any hot food since yesterday, Tong Sui was already ravenous.
He tentatively picked up his chopsticks and grabbed the dish nearest to him, nervously glancing at Rong Jin.
Rong Jin truly didn’t seem to have any intention of blaming him, his long eyelashes dropped as he ate quietly without making much noise.
Feeling a bit braver this time, Tong Sui picked up a piece of food that was slightly farther away.
The fried fish was crispy on the outside, drenched in a fragrant special sauce, and taking a bite in the cold winter brought a wave of happiness.
He couldn’t help but squint his eyes, feeling joy bubbling inside him.
It could just be his imagination, but every dish on the table exceeded his expectations, even the simplest stir-fried greens were fresh and delicious.
Not only was the culinary skill excellent, but the ingredients also retained their natural flavors.
By the end of the meal, Tong Sui happily forgot his current situation, and he even took the soup from a passing servant and drank it joyfully.
Rong Jin suddenly spoke up, “After you finish eating, go rest. The new clothes have been sent over.”
Tong Sui exclaimed, “Sir, is there nothing you need me to do?”
“No.”
Tong Sui returned to his room.
He saw sets of clothes neatly hung up and a basin of bathwater already prepared, steaming and fragrant with a hint of floral scent.
Tong Sui said to the system: [I’m getting more anxious; what should I do?]
He hadn’t done anything all day.
Benefits without reason are often the most dangerous; it would be better if Rong Jin arranged for him to do something.
The system replied: [What are you afraid of? You can’t escape Rong Jin’s grasp even if you wanted to now.]
Tong Sui: “…”
Thank you.
You really know how to comfort someone.
After taking a bath, Tong Sui changed into new clothes that had been tailored to fit his current size perfectly.
When Rong Jin entered, he saw this scene.
A mid-sized young boy, dressed in a light moon-blue long robe, stood by the screen. His dark hair cascaded down like a waterfall, his skin was as fair as frost, and his eyes held a rosy warmth.
Though he still looked somewhat youthful, it was clear he was quite handsome; however, his slim figure made the robe fit him even more pronouncedly.
When he turned to see Rong Jin, his long eyelashes fluttered like a startled rabbit.
“Sir…”
Tong Sui turned around and saw Rong Jin suddenly standing at the door, his legs quivering with fright. “Do you have any instructions?”
Rong Jin walked in, sat down, and brushed the snow off his shoulders.
“Close the door; I have something to discuss with you.”
Tong Sui quickly walked over to close the door, cutting off the drifting snow and cold wind outside, raising the temperature in the room by a few degrees. His face, just washed with warm water, felt hot.
Rong Jin arrived alone, without any attendants.
His visit was definitely not simple.
“Tong Sui, listen carefully. From today onward, you are no longer the same person you were before. I will grant you a new identity and position.”
Rong Jin continued, “I will train you to become the next emperor.”
Tong Sui was instantly stunned.
It was hard to believe what he was hearing.
While it was indeed a part of the original plot, the puppet emperor Rong Jin had chosen was not him, but the current third prince.
The fate of this third prince as a puppet emperor was also quite tragic.
During a military campaign against Wala, due to heeding the words of treacherous officials and being prideful, he made disastrous military decisions that cost the Chu Dynasty hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers, leading to a complete defeat, and he himself was captured by the Wala army.
After being captured, he even betrayed many important secrets.
Upon receiving this news, the people of the capital were filled with panic, trapped in a crisis of national ruin.
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