"Of course he should be gentle and considerate..."
Looking at the suspicious expression on Yao Wan's face, with disdain hidden deep in her eyes, the Medicine Emperor was not surprised at all.
Yao Wan froze when she heard that, as if she had never imagined that one day she would hear such words from her own Progenitor. "Then I must still be dreaming."
"Is there really a need to belittle me like that?"
The Medicine Emperor lowered her eyes slightly and could not help leaning a little closer to Yao Wan. Yao Wan could even see her hair swaying faintly with the movement of her body. In all fairness, putting aside all those strange filters she had toward her, her Progenitor was indeed a rare beauty.
In simpler, more understandable terms, she was probably an exceptionally beautiful woman. Unfortunately, she had a mouth.
"--Can't you show a little more reverence for your Progenitor?"
Seeing the look in Yao Wan's eyes, which had already expressed everything without a word, the Medicine Emperor immediately took a deep breath, then spoke.
"If you could say one or two fewer things from time to time, then maybe, just maybe, I could?"
Yao Wan answered flatly, making the Medicine Emperor unconsciously purse her lips. "I think you're not much better yourself."
"Thank you for the praise."
There was not much gratitude on Yao Wan's face. That perfunctory expression alone left the Medicine Emperor completely speechless.
"You really are... as stubborn as a mule."
The Medicine Emperor sighed faintly, yet subconsciously smoothed her skirt for a moment. Then she suddenly smiled, and her gaze also turned unconsciously at that moment toward Xiao Yan, who was still focused on refining the Crimson-Gold Alms Bowl.
"But then again, someone's silver tongue probably only works on me..."
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