“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!
“Miss Feng Yin, please wait a moment, let me go and report.” Shen Quan handed the bowl to Donglai, quickly went in to report and then came back out: “Miss Feng Yin, please come in.”
Feng Yin bowed and followed Shen Quan into Yangxin Hall.
“Servant pays respects to the Emperor.”
“Rise.” Yan Xiu stopped his actions: “What did Lady Li send you here to bring me?”
“Responding to the Emperor, the Concubine is worried about your health and ordered me to bring ginger soup to ward off the cold.
The Concubine wanted to come personally, but she caught a cold and feared bringing sickness to the Emperor, so she specially directed me to come.”
Feng Yin opened the food box, revealing a white porcelain bowl covered with a porcelain lid inside.
Shen Quan glanced at it; it was different from the bowl he had just held, seeming like something from Luaxin Pavilion.
Sigh.
Could it be that Luaxin Pavilion made too much ginger soup and couldn’t finish it, so they’re sending it to the Emperor?
Shen Quan felt increasingly likely to this possibility, his gaze at the bowl of ginger soup also changed subtly.
He was just thinking of finding some excuse to send Feng Yin away, when he heard…
“Shen Quan, bring it up.”
Shen Quan: ?
What’s the meaning of this?
Is the Emperor planning to drink the ginger soup?
Shen Quan took the white porcelain bowl from Feng Yin’s hands, his mind whirling as he placed the bowl beside Yan Xiu.
Yan Xiu picked up the white porcelain bowl and drank the ginger soup clean.
Shen Quan: …hiccup.
Nothing to say, if he had known Lady Li would send ginger soup, would he have gone through so much effort persuading the Emperor to drink ginger soup, ending up drinking a belly full himself?
He now felt his throat was full of ginger soup flavor.
Indeed, anything related to Lady Li defies common logic.
“Thank Lady Li for me, tell her to recover well.
After the morning assembly tomorrow, I will visit her.” Yan Xiu said in a bland tone as he handed the empty bowl to Shen Quan.
“Yes, the servant will convey the Emperor’s words to the Concubine without missing a single one.”
Feng Yin responded happily.
“Shen Quan, reward.” Yan Xiu continued reading the booklet in his hand.
Feng Yin curtsying, gracefully exited.
Shen Quan handed a sachet containing gold leaves to Feng Yin, wanting to say something, moved his lips but ultimately ended with a smile.
“Mr.
Shen, thank you earlier.”
Feng Yin, sweet-mouthed, bid farewell to Shen Quan, putting herself in a very humble manner.
Shen Quan smiled: “What are you saying, Miss Feng Yin, it’s getting dark, quickly return to Luaxin Pavilion.
Lady Li cannot be without someone by her side, if anything arises, do make sure to inform this old servant, everything revolves around the Concubine’s health.”
“Yes, the servant understands, the servant takes leave.” Feng Yin bowed to Shen Quan before leaving.
Shen Quan, grinning, headed towards Yangxin Hall, no wonder Lady Li enjoyed the Emperor’s favor solely, her people are truly sensible, look at them, so capable.