Watching Yun Zheng eat with such relish, Jiayao nearly smashed the bowl of white rice porridge over his head.
This bastard was doing it on purpose!
She wasn't opposed to eating horse meat. Otherwise, she wouldn't have ordered her own soldiers to slaughter their mounts for rations.
What infuriated her was Yun Zheng’s attitude. He never missed an opportunity to flaunt his status as the victor in front of her!
"Stop staring at me! Eat something yourself!" Yun Zheng said with a smile. "You were kind enough to deliver this merit to me on a silver platter; I can’t exactly let you starve. Don’t worry, I won't poison you."
"Of course you won't poison me," Jiayao raised an eyebrow. "My death would bring you no benefit."
"True," Yun Zheng admitted. "So, feel free to eat as much as you like! There’s plenty more if that isn't enough."
"You are truly 'benevolent'!"
Jiayao gnashed her teeth at him, picked up a piece of horse meat, and began to gnaw on it. Truth be told, it tasted much better than the meat they usually had. But as she chewed, her heart burned with resentment. Ultimately, she could only channel her fury into her appetite, tearing into the meat voraciously.
"Slow down, no one is going to steal it from you!" Yun Zheng smiled. "You’re a princess of Beihuan, after all—why are you acting like a starving ghost?"
"Would it kill you to keep quiet?" Jiayao snapped her head up, glared at him with murderous intensity, and immediately went back to her meal.
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