"This is nourishing, and it's suitable for you to drink." Jun Jueshang said, then he scooped a bowl of soup and placed it in front of her.
"If this is nourishing, then what is that?" Wanyan Qianhua pointed to another pot of stewed soup and asked angrily.
Jun Jueshang glanced at it and said: "That's for the baby."
"What about this one?" She pointed to another pot and asked.
"It clears the heart and nourishes the lungs." Her temper had been quite bad recently so she had a lot of internal heat. He ordered the servants to stew those soups as they were suitable for pregnant women to drink.
Upon hearing those words, Wanyan Qianhua was so angry that she couldn't speak. She took a deep breath, then she stood up and turned around. She went back to her room and locked the door. Out of sight, out of mind.
Upon seeing this, Jun Jueshang frowned and stared at the stewed soups on the table for a while. Finally, he said: "At least drink one."
