Just as Jiang Haitian was about to speak, his wild son immediately pulled out a silver needle to test for poison.

Jiang Haitian immediately rebuked him: "Step back! This is the fruit platter of the Dragon Han Empress, you mustn't be rude!"

The wild son was taken aback.

It wasn't because Jiang Haitian scolded him.

Instead, he discovered that this time, including just now, his father hadn't called him a piece of trash.

This made him very uncomfortable.

So he could only obediently step aside, his eyes filled with resentment.

"Does Father no longer love me?"

Jiang Haitian ignored his wild son's chaotic thoughts, simply adjusted his sunglasses, and took the fruit plate.

"Please thank Your Majesty on my behalf."

"good."

Xu Qingran responded and prepared to return to report.

"Wait a moment."

Jiang Haitian called out to Xu Qingran, took out an exquisite glass bowl from his storage ring, wiped it carefully, and then carefully poured the soup into the bowl.

He then stirred it carefully a few times with a spoon before getting up and handing it to Xu Qingran.

"Please convey my gratitude to His Majesty. I really liked the fruit platter she sent. Please consider this bowl of Bird's Nest Soup a return gift for the fruit platter. Please make sure to deliver it to His Majesty."

"Yes, thank you."

Xu Qingran carefully took the soup bowl and turned to walk towards the imperial carriage.

As soon as she left, Jiang Haitian picked up a spiritual fruit and carefully put it in his mouth.

"ha……"

After chewing, Jiang Haitian smiled.

He laughed freely and contentedly, as if all his fatigue had vanished in that instant.

On the other side, inside the imperial carriage, Song Yanran was quietly reading an ancient book.

Suddenly, a familiar fragrance wafted into the carriage, startling her.

When she came to her senses, Xu Qingran had already brought the bird's nest soup to her.

"Your Majesty, this is a return gift presented by Jiang Haitian's subordinates."

Song Yanran put down the ancient book, straightened up from the bed, and looked at the steaming soup with a hint of surprise.

"Quickly, bring it to me."

For a moment, she became somewhat agitated and impatient.

Xu Qingran carefully placed the soup in front of Song Yanran and took out a silver needle for testing for poison from her waist.

"what you do?"

Song Yanran frowned slightly.

"Your Majesty, I..."

"No need, he won't harm me, you may leave."

"yes……"

Xu Qingran reluctantly put away the silver needles and obediently stepped aside.

Song Yanran gently scooped up a spoonful of soup, brought it to her nose to smell it, then covered Feng Xiu's face with her hands and drank it down in one gulp.

Instantly, Song Yanran's eyes filled with tears.

Savoring the silky, delicate fragrance in her mouth, her thoughts drifted back to her past life when she and Di Feijing went to Poison King Valley.

"Hey, this is the middle of nowhere, there's not much to eat, so just grab something to eat."

With limited ingredients, this was all the bird's nest I could get. I specially made a bowl of Bilu Bird's Nest Soup; see if it suits your taste.

Past lives and present lives are like a fleeting dream.

Now, when that scene from her dream reappears, Song Yanran feels an immense sense of peace.

"This is the taste, the taste I've been searching for my whole life."

This time, she was completely relieved, because she hadn't missed out on the happiness that was about to be hers again.

This bowl of Bilu bird's nest soup is a promise he made to himself, a response to his own words.

"Your Majesty, why are you crying?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the sandstorm was a bit strong and got in my eyes."

"Huh? But here..."

Xu Qingran was a little confused. This imperial carriage was a top-grade imperial artifact. How could sand and dust have blown in?

Song Yanran took another sip and asked again, "Did he eat the fruit I sent him?"

"Yes, I ate it."

"That's good."

Song Yanran smiled faintly, then continued to slowly savor the hard-won bird's nest soup in her hand.