Su Lian Yue had eaten very little in the past, and besides, the master trainer had always kept women like them hungry for long periods to keep them thin. As a result, Xiao Huan and Nanny Wu noticed nothing unusual about Su Qiao's condition.
What they didn't know was that Su Qiao was actually a complete foodie. She simply couldn't eat because she currently had no sense of taste.
Her sense of taste had disappeared after Old Poison Ghost tested poison on her once.
So no matter how delicious the food was, even if it consisted of the rarest delicacies, it was utterly tasteless to her.
Because the Martial Arts Convention, held once every four years, had been chosen to take place at Flying Eagle Fortress this time, all the inns in the towns and cities near Flying Eagle Fortress had recently filled up. The streets were also crowded with martial artists carrying swords and sabers and dressed in neat warrior outfits.
Of course, some had brought attendants and servants with them. These people generally had a certain status, such as disciples of the Eight Great Sects.
Flying Eagle Fortress was enormous. Its grounds probably covered more than ten thousand square meters and occupied three not particularly high mountain peaks.
It was usually very quiet, but with people from the Eight Great Sects arriving one after another for the Martial Arts Convention, it had become exceptionally lively.
Of course, since the place where Su Qiao lived was the rear courtyard for the female guests, it was still relatively quiet, and hardly anyone wandered in.
That worked out well for Su Qiao. She could quietly recuperate.
Steward Shen had someone deliver all three meals every day, so Su Qiao didn't even have to step outside the courtyard.
However, staying cooped up