Liu Xie spoke after a faint smile.
At these words, Lü Lingqi's eyes lit up, and she asked, "Then... shall I serve Your Majesty the soup?"
Liu Xie said nothing more, merely shifting over to make room beside him and gesturing for Lü Lingqi to come over.
A trace of shyness flashed through Lü Lingqi's beautiful eyes. She came forward and sat beside Liu Xie, then held the bowl and scooped up a spoonful of soup, parting her red lips to blow gently on it.
Then she brought the spoon to Liu Xie's lips. After watching him drink it, she asked with some anticipation, "Your Majesty, how does it taste?"
This was her first attempt at making soup; she had never tried before.
Liu Xie glanced at the burn marks on Lü Lingqi's fingers. Although the soup was quite ordinary, he still nodded in praise. "Very good."
Only then did Lü Lingqi breathe a sigh of relief and continue serving Liu Xie the soup.
There was actually very little soup in the pot. Had Liu Xie drunk it himself, he could have finished it quickly, but because Lü Lingqi fed it to him spoonful by spoonful, it took a full incense stick's worth of time.
Throughout this, Liu Xie kept watching Lü Lingqi.
When he first met Lü Lingqi five years ago, she had been dancing with a spear in the snow, dressed in a martial outfit, her valiant bearing making it impossible to look away.
After all these years, that valiant young woman had now learned to wield a soup spoon with her delicate hands and had become a good wife and loving mother.
In terms of affection, he favored Zhen Mi somewhat more, but he also had deep feelings for Lü Lingqi.
He had made her empress because