Good heavens! The Supreme God is being relentlessly harassed!

Shen Wangchuan hadn't seen Xie Liuyan's study much before, so as soon as he entered, he curiously looked around at the room's layout.

At a glance, there are countless books neatly arranged on the bookshelves.

A long nanmu wooden table paired with a grand master's chair is Xie Liuyan's usual office space.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw several stacks of memorials placed on the desk, waiting for Xie Liuyan.

After pushing the person over, Shen Wangchuan stood behind Xie Liuyan and watched as the man opened the memorial and began to read it.

After waiting a short while, Shen Yun walked in, panting.

Standing behind Shen Wangchuan, she whispered her accusations:

"Young master, why have you been forgetting to take me with you these past few days? I'm always chasing after you."

"Really? I'll remember to bring yours next time."

The two stood behind Xie Liuyan, whispering to each other. Xie Liuyan suddenly slammed the memorial shut and looked at Shen Wangchuan beside him:

"It's so noisy, someone come and help me grind the ink."

Before Shen Wangchuan could react, Shen Yun was already walking smoothly to Xie Liuyan's desk.

After all, grinding ink is usually something a pageboy does. Although he is a servant in the Shen household, as Shen Wangchuan's personal attendant, he still needs to know how to do this.

Just as Shen Yun's hand was about to touch the inkstone, Xie Liuyan glanced at him lightly.

Shen Yun paused, the Regent's eyes held a terrifying intensity.

In an instant, he understood something; it was indeed best for him to stay out of his young master's affairs.

He stepped back and whispered in Shen Wangchuan's ear:

"Young master, I suddenly feel a little unwell, so I'll have to go now. I'll leave this place to you."

After saying that, Shen Yun wished he could grow eight legs and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Shen Wangchuan felt strange. What was going on? This kid usually loved to follow him around and join in the fun, so he was acting strangely today.

Xie Liuyan coughed lightly:

"Shouldn't you grind the ink for me? There are still quite a few memorials waiting to be reviewed."

Shen Wangchuan then realized that with Shen Yun gone, only he and Xie Liuyan were left in the study. Naturally, the task fell to him.

"Um, are you sure you want me to do this? I've never ground ink before when I was at the Shen residence."

Xie Liuyan glanced at him. "Confirmed."

Seeing that no one was in the study, Shen Wangchuan had no choice but to bite the bullet and go in.

Although he had never done it before, he had seen it done before, so it shouldn't be too difficult for him to get started.

Shen Wangchuan's movements were a bit clumsy, but not entirely without any method.

Xie Liuyan glanced at it and said, "Just add some more water."

"Okay, I'll add it right away!"

After Shen Wangchuan finished, Xie Liuyan picked up his brush, dipped it lightly, and began to review the memorials he had previously read.

He used black ink, but would stamp it with a red seal after writing.

Given his status, he had no intention of overstepping his bounds.

Shen Wangchuan stood to the side, a little bored, watching him intently review the memorials. He would straighten up from time to time, probably because he had been sitting for so long and was likely to suffer from lower back strain.

He didn't pay much attention to the content, but was attracted by Xie Liuyan's beautiful handwriting.

His father used to tell him to practice his calligraphy, saying that one's handwriting reflects one's character.

He had no interest in this at all, and all the renowned calligraphers he invited eventually left in a huff. Before leaving, they would even give their father a few words of complaint.

"Your son is truly hopeless, a piece of rotten wood that can't be carved, a lump of mud that can't be plastered on a wall. Farewell!"

After inviting several people, his father also lost his temper.

After scolding him for a while, he finally gave up on the idea of ​​hiring a calligraphy teacher to teach him.

Xie Liuyan's calligraphy is different; it is strong and powerful, penetrating the paper, and is pleasing to the eye just by looking at it.

Without realizing it, one becomes immersed in it.

Shen Wangchuan was brought back by Xie Liuyan's voice:

"Keep grinding the ink, don't just stand there, I'll be done soon."

"Understood, Your Highness."

Shen Wangchuan finished his work in a hurry, and Xie Liuyan repeated his previous actions, quickly finishing and neatly placing several stacks of memorials aside.

Shen Wangchuan looked on with pride, and then asked:

"What are your plans next, Your Highness? I'll push you over there."

Xie Liuyan left the court early, but by the time he finished reviewing the memorials, it was nearly noon.

Shen Wangchuan didn't need to go outside to feel it to know that the sun must be very strong as summer approached, and it was almost lunchtime.

He hadn't eaten much that morning, and while he was busy and completely focused, he didn't even feel hungry.

Now that I've relaxed, my stomach starts rumbling.

Even though the question was about his plans, Shen Wangchuan's rumbling stomach forced Xie Liuyan to first instruct the servants to prepare food.

He would usually do other things until he felt hungry before eating.

Therefore, the mealtimes in the Prince's Mansion were different from those in other places.

Xie Liuyan instructed the servants outside the door:

"Go prepare lunch, we'll be there in a bit."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Shen Wangchuan perked up at the mention of lunch.

"Xie Liuyan, what are we going to eat later? I've been eating at the Shen residence for over ten years. I never thought that one day, thanks to you, I'd be able to eat something different."

Xie Liuyan's tone was ambiguous, as if he were smiling but not smiling:

"Guard Shen, mind your place. In the Prince's residence, you must address him as 'Your Highness,' but in private, you can address him however you like."

Shen Wangchuan hadn't expected to blurt out his true feelings in his excitement, but Xie Liuyan's second half of the sentence surprised him:

"Really? You said it yourself. Then I can really be more unrestrained in private from now on!"

"Well, it's up to you."

Shen Wangchuan was constantly testing his limits, which he didn't know, but he remembered that it seemed to be the same in the previous world.

He was always insistent on being my friend, but in the end, we ended up having a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.

So Xie Liuyan didn't mind so much in this world.

0526 could see his own god's expression clearly.

It knew that the Supreme God had always been indulging Shen Wangchuan. Even if the Supreme God was being hypocritical at first, the more time the Supreme God spent with Shen Wangchuan, the lower the Supreme God's bottom line became.

The two chatted for a while, when a maid's voice came from the doorway:

"Your Highness, Guard Shen, lunch is ready. Would you like to eat?"

Shen Wangchuan pushed Xie Liuyan, "Hurry up, I feel like I'm starving to death."

The maid led them to a special room with the door open and food laid out on the table.

After settling Xie Liuyan in, Shen Wangchuan found himself a seat and sat down next to Xie Liuyan.

He looked at the four dishes and one soup laid out on the table and was a little disappointed.

The maid had thoughtfully closed the door before they went in, thus isolating the space.

"Are we just having this for lunch today?" Shen Wangchuan asked somewhat uncertainly.

Xie Liuyan countered, "Otherwise what? Did you see anything else?"

No, he didn't, but he hadn't expected Xie Liuyan to be so frugal with his meals.

Just as he was about to pick up his chopsticks, Xie Liuyan's words almost made him spit out his food:

"I am not like some corrupt officials in the court who eat lavish meals of fish and meat every day and waste resources."

Isn't this just talking about his dad? Although his family had a lot of food on the table, they ended up eating it all.

While eating, Minister Shen suddenly sneezed. Could it be that his unfilial son was talking about him?