The Emperor couldn't shake a feeling of familiarity as he looked at Chen Muxue's features.
Chen Muxue got goosebumps, especially with Yu Yan's constantly changing expression, her sense of crisis gradually increased.
Seeing the Emperor sizing her up again, she began to suspect, could this sickly Emperor possibly say to her "a resemblance to an old flame"?
"Well, not really. Mainly, as a cultivator, I don't do much else; I just know how to make chicken soup. Surely, Your Majesty, you can't be drinking chicken soup all the time, right? Ahaha..." Chen Muxue laughed dryly, hesitated as she noted the expressions around her, "Is it okay to say this?"
"Ah, absolutely," Lin Qing interjected.
