Chapter 142
"Young man, thank you for your trouble. My aunt felt she spoke too harshly to my cousin today and was afraid of hurting their relationship, so she asked me to bring him soup as an apology," Zheng Qiaoshu said, seeing that the servant was somewhat relenting.
"Miss, I'll go and give it a try. Please wait here for a moment." The servant thought for a moment and then went into the study.
"Your Highness, the old princess has sent Miss Biao to bring you soup. What do you think..." The servant looked at Xu Heming respectfully and asked in a low voice.
Xu Heming frowned, intending to refuse, but thinking of how angry the old princess had been today, he sighed. He didn't like drinking those kinds of soups, but since it was his mother's good intention, he decided to accept it reluctantly.
"Let her in!" Xu Heming said coldly.
"Oh!" Upon hearing this, the servant happily went out to share the good news with Zheng Qiaoshu.
A short while later, Zheng Qiaoshu came in carrying a food box.
"Greetings, cousin," Zheng Qiaoshu said softly, her head bowed.
"Thank you for making this trip, cousin!" Xu Heming's head was still on the memorial that had been delivered, without even glancing at Zheng Qiaoshu.
“It is my honor to serve my aunt, cousin. My aunt felt sorry for you working so late at night, so she specially asked me to bring you some soup to fill your stomach. After all, you need to be full to have the energy to work, right?” Zheng Qiao Shu said gently to Xu Heming.
Zheng Qiaoshu looked at Xu Heming, who was now cold and hard, and her heart pounded like thunder. Although she had been ordered by her master to approach Prince An.
However, Zheng Qiaoshu was willing to be with such a handsome man as Prince An.
However, Prince An was even less romantic than I had imagined, and although we lived in the same mansion, it was really difficult to see him.
Today, Prince An finally returned to the manor early, so she had to make sure she made her presence felt in front of him.
That would also make it easier for me to successfully take down Prince An.
"Okay, put your things down and go back now." Xu Heming nodded, but didn't say anything more.
"Then cousin, remember to drink it later." Zheng Qiaoshu looked at the soup in the food box. It was the first time she had served soup, and she didn't really think Xu Heming would drink it.
"Um!"
Xu Heming remained as taciturn as ever.
Zheng Qiaoshu obediently refrained from disturbing him further, as insisting on staying would only leave a bad impression on Xu Heming.
It's better to just leave gracefully.
After Zheng Qiaoshu left, Qingsong quickly opened the food box and brought the soup inside to Xu Heming's table.
"Your Highness, this is a token of the old princess's goodwill, so please drink it while it's hot," Qingsong urged, holding the soup.
Xu Heming rubbed his forehead, took the soup, and was about to drink it when he noticed the lotus seeds on top.
"This soup is for you!" Xu Heming stuffed the soup directly into Qingsong's arms.
His face darkened. He was allergic to lotus seeds; others might not know, but his mother certainly did.
The person who brought the soup today was Zheng Qiaoshu, which was clearly her own decision, not the old princess's idea.
Thinking of this, Xu Heming said to the servant, "From now on, no one may enter the study without my permission."
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