"Imperial Consort, what is this?"
Mier looked at the fruit in his hand, somewhat at a loss.
He had never seen such a fruit before, so he had no idea how to eat it.
Ji Ruyan smiled faintly, "Treat it like an orange, peel off the outer skin, and then you can eat it."
Luo Shunchen's face bore a strange smile. While others might not know, that didn't mean he was unaware that this was a superior fruit—the Thousand-Year Orange.
If a weary traveler ate this, they would definitely have a good night's sleep and feel no soreness in their legs the next day. He had no idea where she had gotten this ingredient from.
"Why aren't you eating?"
Seeing him playing with the Thousand-Year Orange in his hand and not making a move to eat it, Ji Ruyan asked.
Luo Shunchen looked at her, saying tenderly, "I didn't say I wouldn't eat it. I just wanted to look at it for a while."
