Shen Jingxian saw a mischievous smile on the Empress's face at that moment.
It was obvious, standing before her were two bowls of chicken soup, certainly one made by Wen Ranchen and the other by Fu Xuan. No matter which one she picked, there would be trouble.
Shen Jingxian was well aware of her situation. The three people present were all influential figures, and she knew she couldn't outwit any of them, so she chose to...
"I don't love chicken soup."
When faced with difficulties, don't be afraid, but bravely give up on them.
"Mother, I want fish soup."
The Princess, with her hair down, leaned softly against the bed. She opened her innocent eyes, and as she spoke to the Empress, she couldn't help but act coyly, puffing up her little face like a hamster that had stolen some pine nuts.
So... so cute!
Fu Xuan turned his head in a fluster, calming the flutter in his heart. He couldn't understand why the same face could evoke such different charms.
