Chapter 917 Soup
"Mmm!"
Long Rui set down the booklet in his hand, looked up at the soup in Madam Wang’s hand, and a rare smile appeared: "Madam Wang is precious and delicate, to personally cook for me is truly a hardship, you have my thanks."
"For the Prince’s well-being, no amount of hardship is too great for your consort," Madam Wang said with a captivating smile, as she handed the soup over to Long Rui.
Long Rui took the bowl in his hands and stirred the soup with a spoon, immediately the clear fragrance of chicken mixed with other ingredients drifted through the room. He sniffed gently and couldn’t help but blurt out: "Not bad, really fragrant. It is fortunate that I am somewhat hungry."
While speaking, he scooped a small spoonful of soup toward his mouth...
Madam Wang watched eagerly until she saw Long Rui swallow the soup, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief— the task given to her by The Emperor was finally completed.
"Prince, now that the soup has been served, your consort shall not bother you any longer." Madam Wang stood up and curtsied.
"Mmm, you may leave."