Thus, the atmosphere tensed up again.
Yu Yan smiled and said, "Yes," just as he was about to raise his hand, the door of the Yangxin Hall was suddenly kicked open.
Chen Muxue carefully carried the steaming clay pot, grumbling in her heart: In such a large Yangxin Hall, no one opens the door for her, what's going on? And the door is shut so tight, shouldn't it be ventilated for the patient? No wonder this old Emperor can't get better!
She took a few steps inside and noticed the atmosphere seemed a bit frozen. Chen Muxue paused, looked around, and saw everyone staring at her as if waiting for her to judge them. Chen Muxue swallowed, and the image of a famous agent pangolin flashed through her mind.
So she let out an awkward laugh, saying, "Ha ha ha," and walked forward with the clay pot, "Chicken soup is here!"
