Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.
During this half month, visitors were scarce, but precious medicinal herbs and nourishing supplements had piled up into a small warehouse.
The Emperor was thrilled and bestowed plenty of gifts, which made many people envious.
Qu Tan'er's body had almost recovered.
Today, in the morning.
After breakfast, Qu Tan'er lay on a soft couch and took a brief nap.
Jing Xin tiptoed into the room with the chicken soup and saw that the person on the couch had her eyes closed; she didn't rush to speak up. However, as time went on and she feared the soup would get cold, she had to speak, "Master, the chicken soup will get cold, you should drink a few sips now."
Qu Tan'er, languidly opening her eyes, said helplessly, "I drink chicken soup every day, can we have something different? I'm starting to feel like staying asleep forever, sigh." Chicken soup was good, but even the tastiest food would become nauseating if eaten daily.
