So, the Eleventh Prince stayed in Lucky Garden, lying on the spacious bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.
In the southern region of October, there would already be charcoal braziers in the palace.
He hadn't seen any here, yet the room remained dry and warm.
Reaching under the bedding, he felt the warmth. Breathing in the air here was comfortable, and he understood why his father liked coming here.
This place was indeed extraordinary. His father, who usually commanded everyone with an authoritative tone, revealed a different side.
Rarely seeing this aspect of his father, he felt it was worth spending time here.
He observed the servants coming in and out, and the room soon filled with the fragrance of fruits. The person attending to him saw him gulp.
"Your Highness, shall this servant peel a banana for you? It looks delicious."
