While Yuwen Ling drugged Jiang Zhennan, another oppressive and dark atmosphere seemed to be brewing in the Imperial Palace!
"Your Majesty, the soup is here!"
In the royal study, Noble Consort Zhou, dressed in a noble purple-red dress, came in with a tray.
It was obvious that there was a bowl of soup on the tray!
Yuwen Longyan watched Noble Consort Zhou enter and put down the memorial in his hand. He smiled at Noble Consort Zhou and said," My beloved consort's cooking skills have improved greatly recently! The soup you make is getting better and better. I miss it every day!"
Imperial Consort Zhou's heart couldn't help but thump when she heard this. Why did she feel that she was feeling the same way every day?
This made her heart panic!
However, she still smiled calmly and replied," Is that so? Your Majesty likes my cooking, and it makes me feel honored! Come, Your Majesty, drink the soup!"
