He stepped forward, took the soup pot, and was about to leave when he suddenly heard his master say, "The soup won't taste good if it gets cold. You can drink it here."
Zhao Qian, "..."
A conflicted expression appeared on his face. "Master, my table manners are poor, and I wouldn't dare to upset you and Her Highness. I'll go somewhere else to drink it."
"No matter how poor your table manners are, the Empress and I won't be shocked. Just go ahead and drink it." Long Yang shot him a cool glance.
Alarmed, Zhao Qian did not dare to refuse again. "Of course, I'll drink it right away." With that, he removed the lid and drank the soup directly from the pot with the ladle.
"It's delicious. Thank you for the reward, Master, Your Highness." He thanked them as he continued to drink, spilling a lot in the process.
Long Yang's eyes narrowed. "You're not allowed to spill a single drop of soup that I rewarded you with."
