"Do the dishes and wine suit your taste?"
The Empress asked lightly. Seeing Ye Changsheng's wretched appearance, she frowned slightly, and a hint of disdain flashed across her eyes.
"It suits my taste. It suits my taste too much."
Ye Changsheng had a smile on his face, revealing his sharp teeth. His face was wrinkled like a withered tree bark. His image was uncomfortable. Even if the Empress wanted to hold it in, she couldn't. She looked away from him.
"Don't worry, Your Highness. The Youth Rejuvenation Pill I made will make you return to your youth."
After the Taoist priest drank to his heart's content, he began to paint a giant cake for the Empress. The Empress's disdain in her eyes lessened when she heard him say this.
Su Qing raised his eyes and looked at the Taoist priest. He looked like a dead man. If there was a rejuvenation pill that could restore one's appearance, why didn't he take one himself?
