C3 (1/2)

The Earth Temple wasn't big, and could barely accommodate eight or nine people. As a result, the freshness of the fish soup spread through the run-down temple.

”Gulp …” Su Xian couldn't help but laugh as she looked at her disappointing stomach, ”Zhao Ying, if you don't hurry up, my five visceral temples will turn upside down.”

Su Xian looked around, all the doors that had to be opened were blocked.

Su Xian originally did not care, but after seeing the child, who was peacefully sleeping, move, caused the anger in her heart to rise uncontrollably.

”Zhao Ying, help me up!” Su Xian instructed gently.

Zhao Ying ran over and supported her up to the door. Su Xian waved her hand and went back to make the soup.

”The child is still sleeping. If you wake him up, I won't be returning to the manor today!” Su Xian seemed to be intentionally going against him, but she was unable to control her emotions.

She had just given birth to a child, and already so many people had come to create trouble for her. How could she be in a good mood?

The man glanced at the swaddling bundle on the floor, unsure if it was a boy or a girl.

”What's your name?” Su Xian turned and walked two steps, blocking his view.

”Reporting to wangfei, your subordinate's name is Yang Xuan.” Yang Xuan still had his head down, but there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Su Xian knew that he would be suspicious, and said softly, ”I walked through the gates of hell once, so there are some things that I can't remember. ”If you offend me in any way, you better endure it.”

Zhao Ying thought that she had changed her personality, but she never thought that she would still be so sinister and couldn't help but laugh.

Yang Xuan's expression changed, but he could only suppress his emotions.

He had heard these words countless times and had never heard anyone act so arrogantly before.

He was Prince Rui's Palace's head guard, Prince Rui's right-hand man. Who would dare treat him like that?

”Princess, the fish soup is ready. Come here and drink it!”

”You should come over and drink as well. I can't finish all of them.” Su Xian held his hands behind his back, calmly walked to the side of the fish soup and smiled at Zhao Ying.

Because he had gotten a good night's sleep, Su Xian's complexion had already recovered a bit. This smile made everything lose their color.

Under her long and slender eyebrows, a pair of phoenix-like eyes flashed, as if the stars from last night were reflected within them.

”Why aren't you drinking?” Su Xian took the small bowl that he had just bought and scooped up a whole bowl of soup. The fresh fragrance assaulted his nostrils, and Su Xian couldn't help but feel hungry.

She passed the bowl to Zhao Ying, then took the remaining bowl to fill the soup for herself.

”Wang-wangfei!” Zhao Ying was shocked by her actions. She stared blankly at the fish soup in her bowl, and when she looked up, he saw her holding a bowl of soup and drinking.

”What's wrong …” Pah pah pah! Why is it so salty? ” Su Xian had only just taken a sip of the fish soup before spitting it out.

”Esteemed wangfei, that bowl is for me to use to hold salt.” Zhao Ying thought for a while and replied. Seeing her like this, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.