The two of them had their dinner together in the study.
Before the meal, QingWu had ordered another bowl of ginseng soup to be prepared. She glanced at the bowl and noticed there were two ginseng roots floating inside. Raising an eyebrow, she asked, "Why are there two roots?"
Knowing the preciousness of that particular ginseng, they were usually extremely careful when trimming it.
"Will two ginseng roots affect the soup?" the elderly attendant asked nervously.
QingWu picked up her chopsticks and started eating. "It should be fine! After all, your King is full of sinister energy—no amount of nourishment will overwhelm him!"
Xiao Chenyuan: "…"
Elderly attendant: "…"
The elderly attendant took a deep breath, wanting to complain about how brazen this ghostly young mistress was for daring to openly mock their King. It was simply too much.
