Han Zhao had already prepared a soft stool, and Liu Gongyun thanked him and sat down.
A palace maid brought a bowl of steaming ginger soup, and Emperor Yue raised his hand, "Liu Aiqing, you've been caught in the rain for so long, drink this ginger soup first and we'll talk later!"
Liu Gongyun took the bowl of ginger soup and slowly sipped it, bit by bit.
The ginger soup was potent, and soon a layer of fine sweat beads appeared on his forehead.
His hands and feet also warmed up.
Seeing him like this, Emperor Yue finally breathed a sigh of relief, his tone tinged with guilt, "Liu Aiqing, it pains me to put you through this hardship, but I can find no one more trustworthy in all the court than you!"
Liu Gongyun handed the empty bowl back to the palace maid, who silently retreated.
Liu Gongyun evened his breath and slowly responded, "Serving Your Majesty is this humble servant's good fortune!"
