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The old emperor obediently extended his hand, and Qingfeng checked his pulse.

"Your health is good. Have you been taking care of yourself recently?"

"Haha, try this tea. I've been drinking it lately. It feels good."

The emperor didn't delve into the matters of the Qiao family. Qingfeng lifted the teacup, sniffed it, and then tasted it, revealing a surprised expression.

"This tea is excellent. It has a fragrant aroma, and drinking it imparts a warm feeling throughout the body. It has the effect of nourishing the spirit and dispelling fatigue. Regular consumption can promote longevity."

"When you return to the mountain, I'll send you some."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

As the two enjoyed their conversation, the topic turned to the Qiao family.

"Your Majesty, when I entered the capital, I passed by a residence called Lucky Garden. Do you know about it?"

"That's the home of one of my subjects. Is there anything wrong?"