Lu Ying picked up the bowl of soup and took a sip himself: "A great victory at the border. Pei Yan has submitted a memorial to the Court, requesting an additional dispatch of a hundred thousand reinforcements. He plans to capture Yan's Royal Capital in one decisive move."
Shen Yinning twitched her nose.
The aroma of the chicken soup with mountain mushrooms and ham was indeed savory and appetizing.
She ladled a bowl for herself. "So, who are you planning to send?"
Lu Ying glanced at the soup in front of her, then let his gaze fall naturally on her face.
With one hand lifting her sleeve for modesty and the other delicately holding the spoon to taste the soup, her posture was composed and graceful, as if she had entirely forgotten saying earlier, "I don't like it." Meanwhile, the bowl of soup he'd served her remained untouched on the side.
Lu Ying hadn't eaten dinner and was filled with irritation instead.
He took a deep breath and looked away. "Xue Ling."
