That night passed peacefully.
It was the weekend, so Qi Ying woke up rather late. She looked at the dishes on the table and thought for a while.
She instructed Butler Ji to make some soup for her. Zhang Heng also had a portion.
Seeing her questioning look, the butler walked to her side and said in a low voice, "I only made one for you this morning, but Master saw it. Master said to make one for him too."
Qi Ying nodded, indicating that she understood.
Her father was really interesting. He even wanted to snatch a bowl of soup from her.
The herbs in this soup were used by witches for cultivation. It was very difficult for ordinary people to withstand it.
She sat in her seat and started eating. The Zhang family also went downstairs to eat breakfast one after another.
