Practicing martial arts seemed to have drained only Yue Mingxuan's physical strength; his vitality and spirit were in excellent condition.
Yin Su glanced at Shang Qinghua, clearly hoping he would say something.
"Stop eating for now," Shang Qinghua said at last. "I'll have someone from my residence send over some hawthorn cake later."
The hawthorn cakes made by the cooks at his estate had recently become Yue Mingxuan's favorite.
It was sweet and sour, pleasantly tart, delicate in texture and they whetted the appetite perfectly.
He insisted on having a plate every day and never seemed to tire of them.
He nodded decisively at once.
Not long after that, Gongsun Xing was summoned.
Yin Su and Shang Qinghua both felt that Yue Mingxuan's sudden surge in appetite was not necessarily a good sign, so they called him over to consult.
The moment Gongsun Xing entered, he reached out to take Yue Mingxuan's pulse.
After a while, he shook his head.
