Under the Moonlight

"No need to prepare a full table of dishes, just have them bring a bowl of noodles. Is there any more of that soup?"

If the emperor wanted the soup, how could the diet room say no? As soon as the order was given, the soup, noodles, and several small dishes were quickly brought over.

Xie Ning instructed someone to take the eldest prince and Princess Yuyao to wash up, and then she rolled up her sleeves to serve the emperor. The emperor looked at her exposed arm, which was as delicate as a lotus root, and then at the steaming, bubbling hot soup, fearing that it might spill. Even if it didn't spill, noodles could easily splash, and her delicate skin seemed as if it could be damaged by a mere touch. Even the slightest splash was unacceptable.

"You better not make things worse, let the eunuch in charge of serving do it."

Xie Ning smiled, "I won't touch the hot soup, please don't worry."