Ten Cold King

"Our family has backbone." After saying that, Fang Yun narrowed his eyes and glared at Ao Huang, who was itching to make a move, ready to scour the imperial palace for more treasures.

Ao Huang sighed helplessly and obediently continued eating.

The other tables were all quite normal, but palace servants streamed endlessly around Ao Huang's table, lining up to deliver dishes and lining up to collect empty plates.

Others ate with chopsticks, but Ao Huang merely opened his mouth and inhaled. At least one plate, sometimes two or three, would fly into his mouth, yet he could somehow still taste the food.

Fang Yun knew that this was already Ao Huang's more refined way of eating. The first time Ao Huang had eaten at Fang Yun's home, he had held plates up and poured them into his mouth, claiming that he was afraid he might accidentally suck away an entire table of dishes.

"Ah?"

As Fang Yun chatted with everyone, he suddenly heard the young king cry out softly. He hurriedly turned around.

He saw Nunu racing toward him with a fruit platter balanced on its head. The young king looked astonished, while the Empress Dowager did not know whether to laugh or cry.

In a flash, Nunu leaped onto Fang Yun's lap, carrying the platter and presenting the strange fruits to Fang Yun as though offering up treasure.

The little fox could eat anything without consequence, but Fang Yun, as a Void Sage, could not simply eat whatever he pleased.

To his surprise, the Empress Dowager smiled. "Those fruits were all bestowed upon Nunu by this dowager. Since it has given them to Beloved Minister Fang, Beloved Minister Fang should eat them."

"Thank you, Empress Dowager." Fang Yun could only thank her, looking helplessly at Nunu.

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