"Since you're so concerned about me, why don't you drink the ginger soup for me." Yan Xiu didn't even bother to open his eyes: "Do you need me to teach you how to explain this to my mother?"
Shen Quan: ...
Can I say I need it?
Shen Quan held the bowl in front of him, tilted his head back, and drank the ginger soup in one gulp: "Thank you, Emperor, for the gift."
"Mm." Yan Xiu's tone was indifferent.
Just as Shen Quan was about to retreat with the empty bowl, Donglai led Feng Yin swiftly into the hall from outside.
"Master, Feng Yin from Luaxin Pavilion is here, saying she has brought ginger soup for the Emperor from the Concubine." Donglai said as he approached Shen Quan.
Shen Quan looked at the empty bowl in his hand, then at Feng Yin, his gaze slowly shifting downwards, landing on the meal box Feng Yin was holding: "Hiccup."
Feng Yin and Donglai: ...?
Shen Quan: ...how unruly, couldn't hold it back!
