Hee Qingshan felt uncomfortable; what did that young man's snubbing stance mean? Remembering that some high-ranking people do indeed have quirks, he could only endure it.
Qiann Yan narrowed her eyes slightly, endure? No wonder Hee Qingshan does nothing, yet ultimately still holds the realm in his hands. She stroked the giant sword; no matter how he schemes, when he's no longer useful, she'll just chop him down.
A chill rose from the soles of Hee Qingshan's feet towards his head, feeling strange; there was no wind.
System 666 was extremely afraid, continually praying inside, chop anyone, just don't chop him.
The system is very fragile, cannot withstand a single slash.
"Madam, this soup was specially ordered by the Great King for you." Ling Shishi carried a bowl of soup to Qiann Yan, lowered brows and obedient, truly just like an ordinary maid. Who could have imagined that she'd become a Noble Consort in the future?
The soup was good, but it had some extra ingredient, just a few spits.
As long as Qiann Yan was present, Ling Shishi could only swallow her anger silently, feeling truly stifled. Now basically the realm was divided in two, the Great King still needed the opposite party, she couldn't do other little tricks, only spat a few times as a recompense for the opponent.
"Madam, you've just given birth not long ago. If you don't properly replenish, your body will suffer severe losses, which won't be good." Ling Shishi quietly advised Qiann Yan standing by the crib, guessing that Qiann Yan might have waged war right after giving birth to her daughter, thinking of her, wanting to see more.
Qiann Yan looked at the sleeping baby girl, wondering if she had been this cute at that age too? Should I say, had she ever been this cute?
Too bad she was only cute for three days.
She subconsciously touched the right cheek, suddenly remembering that this was someone else's body, with no burn scars on the face.
The original owner paid any price to have her protect the children, yet her biological mother was ruthless enough to set a big fire in her room, all just to frame concubines for favoritism.
She had a big life and didn't die, but half her face was ruined, other siblings calling her an ugly freak since she was young.
"Madam, the young lady is sound asleep; you see her every day, there's no rush. Drink the soup before it gets cold." Ling Shishi urged again, "The Great King ordered this, and Shi'er would be blamed if it's not done."
Qiann Yan finally turned her gaze to Ling Shishi. The other slightly bowed her head, yet even so, Qiann Yan noticed a slight twitch at the corner of Ling Shishi's mouth. Not only that, her fingers tightened, abnormally tightened, her body somewhat tense, clearly doing something bad.
"Shi'er, taste the soup's temperature for me." Before Ling Shishi could react, Qiann Yan glanced at Xun Zihuai, "Xun Zihuai said I shouldn't eat anything too hot recently."
Xun Zihuai standing by didn't understand but quickly caught on. He pouted but collaborated, "Yes, sister shouldn't eat anything too hot recently, try the taste first, it shouldn't be too salty."
Ling Shishi's face froze, she had spat several times into the soup.
Even though it was her own, having spat out then eaten it, just the thought made her nauseous, really disgusting. But as a maid, she doesn't have the privilege to reject the owner's request.
"Yes, madam."
Ling Shishi, feeling nauseous, used a spoon to scoop a bit. If Qiann Yan wasn't watching her, she would have just faked it.
Now she had to steel herself, close her eyes, and drink the soup into her mouth.
Suppressing the extreme nausea, she struggled to swallow the soup down, almost vomiting, too disgusting!!
"How is it?" Qiann Yan asked.