Zhao Qian was stunned when he heard the Emperor's command, but only for a moment. Quickly, he reacted.
He was about to walk down the jade steps and take the porcelain bowl from Lu Liangwei's hands when he heard his master said calmly, "Let Second Miss Lu bring it to me."
Zhao Qian immediately stopped in his tracks.
Lu Liangwei finally breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the Emperor's words.
This bowl of noodles she had cooked was not an ordinary bowl of longevity noodles at all.
She had added some medicinal herbs into the soup, which were beneficial to the Emperor's hidden illness. At the very least, it would temporarily soothe his pain and control his condition.
She steadily carried the bowl of noodles up the jade steps and placed it on the imperial table.
It was only when she moved closer that Lu Liangwei realized Long Yang's face was deathly pale— even his forehead was beaded thickly with sweat.
