Pan Yun handed him an empty bowl and said casually, "Please call me Daoist Priestess Pan."
Prince Cheng went along with it smoothly. "What is Daoist Priestess Pan doing in the Capital City?"
Pan Yun said, "I heard my father, who serves as an official amid the mortal dust of the secular world, had fallen ill, so I came to see him."
Seeing her indifferent expression, Prince Cheng froze for a moment. "You... you and your father don't get along?"
Pan Yun raised a brow. "What makes you say that?"
She seemed to think of something and smiled. "Does Prince Cheng think I am being too cold?"
Prince Cheng nodded.
Pan Yun said, "I am one who has left home to cultivate, no longer part of the mortal world. In this world, aside from cultivation and great calamities, nothing remains to bind my heart. As for my father, I can only do my utmost to honor him as a daughter should. Anything more is beyond me."
Prince Cheng asked curiously, "What sort of calamity counts as a great calamity?"
Just then, Pan Yun and the others' mutton soup and flatbread arrived. Pan Yun casually handed him one, then ladled him a bowl of soup. She was exceedingly polite and attentive, but her expression remained cool, without the fawning manner Prince Cheng was accustomed to seeing.
Miraculously, Prince Cheng did not mind in the slightest. Instead, he was delighted.
He liked Pan Yun's manner very much.
Her care was not meant to curry favor, but simply born of courtesy.
Pan Yun tore open her flatbread and soaked it in her bowl. After taking a bite, she nodded. "It lives up to its name. Prince Cheng, give it a try?"
Though Prince Cheng desperately wanted to know the answer, he still lowered