Laughing while eating left him choking half to death.
The Eighth Prince clutched his throat, his whole face flushed red from choking. To Shen Yangge, the sight was downright terrifying.
Afraid he might not pull through and choke to death on his own food, Shen Yangge poured a cup of water and held it out to him.
He raised a hand to pat the Eighth Prince's back, but the prince immediately jumped up and retreated three paces, saying with lingering alarm, "No, no, no! Whatever you do, don't strain yourself. If that fellow Chu Xuanzhen finds out, who knows how he'll kill me?"
With that, he dashed to the table, picked up the cup of tea, and gulped it down. Only then did the suffocating sensation gradually fade.
The Eighth Prince caught his breath as though he had come back to life, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and muttered to himself, "No talking while eating or sleeping..."
No sooner had he given himself that warning than he sat back down, picked up another pastry, and stuffed it into his mouth. Having learned his lesson, he swallowed everything before speaking this time:
"I knew some people wouldn't be able to sit still these past few days. Chu Xuanzhen and I probably aren't the only ones who know you've become like this."
The Eighth Prince stuffed the last pastry into his mouth, chewed a few times, and swallowed it whole. He looked like a starving ghost who hadn't eaten his fill in a thousand years.
"Don't look at me like that. You have no idea where that bastard Chu Xuanzhen sent me. I nearly starved to death."
He had managed to restrain himself yesterday because there had been nothing to eat in the room. Today, faced with so much food, all