Shen Biyun's high praise was placed on Feng Guche's head, leaving Feng Guche with no way to express his suffering.
As expected, things turned out exactly as Shen Biyun had predicted.
Upon hearing these words, Feng Guche truly said nothing more.
The old eunuch Gao, who was standing nearby, sensed that something was amiss and felt extremely uneasy, wishing that Chen Quan would come and replace him sooner.
Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the door, followed by Chen Quan's voice echoing inside the palace.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Empress, the ginseng soup prepared by the Imperial Kitchen is ready."
As Chen Quan spoke, he placed the tray in his hand on the round table, and then exchanged a glance with Grandpa Gao.
Normally, when the two shifts of palace maids and eunuchs changed shifts, they would have a brief handover.
The Emperor is currently ill, and in order not to disturb his rest, everyone simply nodded unless there was something particularly important to say, and then those who should stay stayed and those who should leave left.
The same is true today.
Eunuch Gao nodded to Chen Quan, exchanged glances, and then left.
Next, apart from the palace maids and eunuchs, only Feng Guche and Shen Biyun remained in the room.
The atmosphere in the room became heavy once again.
"Your Majesty, it's time for your soup."
Chen Quan's cautious voice rang out once again.
Feng Guche then turned over and looked up at Chen Quan.
Feng Guche remained silent, as did Shen Biyun, and Chen Quan's heart leaped into his throat.
Even so, Chen Quan still dared not show anything on his face.
"Your Majesty, this bowl of ginseng soup has been simmering for two hours. Your Majesty must drink more of it today."
"Enough with the talk!"
Feng Guche's voice was hoarse, lacking its former majesty and sharpness.
Upon hearing Feng Guche's words, Chen Quan hurriedly put down the ginseng soup in his hand again and knelt on the ground.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me. This servant will never dare to speak out of turn again. This servant only wanted Your Majesty to drink a little more. This servant deserves to die!"
As Chen Quan spoke, he reached out and began slapping people in the face.
"Smack!"
"Smack!"
"Smack!"
Before Feng Guche could speak, Chen Quan had already slapped himself three times.
In the blink of an eye, half of Chen Quan's face was swollen, and the handprint was clearly visible.
Feng Guche frowned, his chest heaving.
"Get out of here!"
After hearing this, Chen Quan hurriedly stood up, scrambled to the side, and stood at a distance.
Throughout the entire process, Chen Quan's eyes remained fixed on Feng Guche's direction.
Now, having been scolded aside by Feng Guche, the only person who could feed the Emperor ginseng soup was Shen Biyun.
At that moment, Chen Quan's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to jump out of his throat.
"Your Majesty, there's no need to be angry. They just wanted you to eat more; their intentions were good..."
Before Shen Biyun could finish speaking, Feng Guche interrupted her.
Whether it's good or bad, you don't need to guess!
"Your Majesty is right. I would never dare to guess what Your Majesty is thinking. I only wish Your Majesty to be safe and sound."
As Shen Biyun spoke, she picked up the ginseng soup, first scooped a spoonful, blew on it, and then offered it to Feng Guche's lips.
Feng Guche frowned deeply, but still opened his mouth.
Having just scolded Chen Quan, it would be inappropriate to have Chen Quan feed him ginseng soup now.
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