"Little sister?!" The little girl, still with tears streaming down her face from being comforted by the gesture, finally understood what Qingyin was saying.

"Ah An, do you have a surname? How about you call me Song An? From now on, call me elder sister, and don't call me 'Empress' anymore..."

By the time Ah An, no, it should be Song An, realized what was happening, her mouth was already mechanically stuffed with egg custard.

It turned out that Qingyin had already divided the steamed egg custard in two, and put one half into her bowl.

"Your Majesty, this..."

Qingyin looked at her, and Song An almost bit her lip. However, in Qingyin's sight, her voice grew softer and softer. She awkwardly said, "Mother/Sister, you've just recovered from your illness. These eggs are to help you recover."

Seeing Song An still determined to nourish herself, Qingyin sighed with feigned sorrow, "A'an, do you know how bad my health is?"

Song An nodded seriously. His sister was a pampered young lady, so her body was naturally delicate.

"Then, An, do you think my sister can do those heavy jobs?"

Song An shook his head.

Seeing Song An cooperate, Qingyin smiled and continued, "An, we'll all have to rely on you during our time in the Cold Palace. My health isn't good, and if you collapse, what will we do? So, I can't use this steamed egg custard by myself, and you can't afford to ruin your health either."

Song An, who was confused by Qingyin's string of reasons, could not fully understand what the Empress meant, but she was convinced as she listened.

A moment later, Qingyin looked at Song An, who was eating the steamed egg custard as if he had completed a mission, and smiled like a little fox who had stolen some cream.

After lunch, Song An busied herself clearing the table, while Qing Yin lay to the side planning how to deal with that damned eunuch. It was definitely not an option to do it during mealtime, as it could easily implicate the Cold Palace, so she had to find an opportunity to deal with him outside.

It's too late for this body to practice martial arts now. It seems she needs to check what treasures the system shop has. A while later, Qingyin opened the shop, and a dazzling array of goods filled her eyes. Sudden Death Pill? No, no, that's too easy to die. Dream Poison Mosquito: It bites its locked target, secretes toxins, and the target will have its most terrifying nightmare for three days straight before dying in the dream. Not bad, Qingyin nodded. Especially since the nightmare can be customized by the host, which suits her perfectly.