On any other day, Qin Ruan would have definitely drunk this soup.
But today, she was in a poor mood and her appetite wasn't good either.
Slowly raising the corner of her lips, Qin Ruan spoke in a gentle tone to the servant, "Leave it here, I'll drink it later."
The medicinal soup that was served at this moment was just the right temperature to sip - it ensured that it wouldn't burn Qin Ruan's mouth, and that the various precious medicinal ingredients it contained retained their efficacy.
The servant looked at Huo Zhi with a look of helplessness, and the latter was serious, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.
Huo Zhi didn't understand why Madam Qin Ruan, who always drank her medicinal soup daily, didn't touch it today.
She made a hand motion to the servant, who carefully retreated.
