In front of him was a bowl of delicious mushroom soup, containing several types of mushrooms, with an enticing aroma that seemed to seduce him.
Just like the person across from him who constantly kept him on his toes, thought Ye Ji to himself.
His face darkened, his eyes sinking like the depths of a pool.
Ye Ji tightened his grip on the spoon, dismissed his thoughts, and tasted a spoonful of the mushroom soup. It was indeed savory and fragrant, a taste that one could savor endlessly. Once tasted, it was a flavor one could never forget for a lifetime.
The Grand Steward, Hou Rongfa, beside him, however, was on edge. Although he had arranged for the soup to be tested before serving, the time was short, and His Majesty was eager to eat, which left him concerned.
Prince Ning outside the palace was still in madness.
