As she was writing.
Outside the tent ca a report, "Your Majesty, Doctor Feng Xiyun requests an audience."
An Ning frowned.
Feng Xiyun suddenly taking the initiative to find her?!
The weather in Mobei is so cold, and Feng Xiyun staying near Xiao Jinxing naturally has a tent close to his, but their logistic camp is closer to the edge, walking there takes at least an hour, and Feng Xiyun is also injured. Why disregard her own health to co find her?
It’s either a thief or a traitor.
An Ning just wanted to see what trick this little b*tch Feng Xiyun was going to play.
"Co in," An Ning ordered.
Still keeping her head low, writing with ink and brush.
Only the content had completely changed.
Now it was writing "Xiao Jinxing’s" na.
Just to irk Feng Xiyun.
As soon as Feng Xiyun entered, she naturally saw An Ning writing on the couch, and naturally saw the na An Ning was writing.
Instantly, a slight displeasure arose in her heart.
She knew too well the feelings between the Emperor and the Empress.
The Emperor had always been fond of the Empress, but the Empress was sowhat aloof with him.
If now the Empress confessed her feelings to the Emperor and they reconciled, no one else could indeed intrude on their relationship.
She would then also never be able to gain the Emperor’s affection.
Swallowing her inner displeasure, Feng Xiyun knelt down and saluted, "Your servant pays respects to Your Majesty, the Empress."
An Ning glanced at her.
Didn’t allow her to stand up, continued writing and spoke lightly, "In this cold weather, Doctor Feng makes a special trip to my tent. What’s the matter?"
"Your Majesty, your servant only ca to bring you so nourishing soup," Feng Xiyun remained kneeling, not daring to rise without permission.
"Is that so?" An Ning put down the brush and ink.
She turned to look at Feng Xiyun, "Doctor Feng, weren’t you just punished for your recent injuries? Why not rest more but co all the way to bring soup? Such dedication."
"Your servant deeply regrets the error, causing Your Majesty discomfort, and doesn’t know how to seek your forgiveness. All I can do is offer this effort of mine, hoping Your Majesty won’t disdain it," Feng Xiyun said respectfully.
Her words indeed appeared sincere and earnest.
"Hmm." An Ning responded.
She wanted to see what Feng Xiyun intended to do.
Seeing An Ning nod, Feng Xiyun cautiously rose.
She could barely stand now, but her injuries were not yet fully healed, enduring physical discomfort.
She took the soup out of the box with the charcoal furnace.
The soup still retained so warmth.
Feng Xiyun indeed was ticulous.
She handed the soup respectfully to An Ning.
An Ning took it.
Did not drink imdiately.
Feng Xiyun didn’t dare urge her, obediently standing to the side.
An Ning brought the soup close to her nose to take a sniff.
Her eyes shifted slightly.
She looked up at Feng Xiyun again.
Feng Xiyun appeared very respectful, without any sign of abnormality.
Just a pure and harmless appearance.
An Ning placed the soup calmly on the ink-stone stand.
Feng Xiyun’s heart fluttered slightly.
Watching An Ning’s actions, she felt a bit nervous, unconsciously clenching her fists.
An Ning seed unaware of Feng Xiyun’s peculiarities.
She spoke, "When I left the Imperial Palace, I said a few things to you, Doctor Feng. Do you rember?"
"Your servant doesn’t know which words Your Majesty refers to," Feng Xiyun lowered her eyes, timid and compliant.
"I said you are a clever person, Doctor Feng, but intelligence should be used wisely, not on devious paths," An Ning replied coldly.
Feng Xiyun felt a shock at her heart.
Could it be that the Empress knew there was sothing wrong with the soup?!
Impossible.
She couldn’t believe the Empress was that clever.
Thinking it over, being proactive in pleasing the Empress would indeed cause suspicion.
Feng Xiyun hurriedly knelt again, "Your Majesty, your servant knows she erred, feeling ashad and with no face to et people. Your servant dares not anymore. Bringing you soup was only to prevent misunderstanding. Today sending soup to the Emperor was truly from thinking of the Emperor’s health while on campaign. Likewise, bringing Your Majesty soup is of the sa intent. Please, Your Majesty, understand."
Feng Xiyun seed sowhat agitated.
Afraid she might have misunderstood.
An Ning still showed no response.
If she hadn’t sensed the strange aroma in the soup, she might indeed have been fooled by Feng Xiyun.
Feng Xiyun’s little sches seed overly smart.
Feng Xiyun knew she wasn’t stupid, so it was impossible to convince her she was genuinely bringing soup. So she found an excuse, busily avoiding misunderstanding to win trust.
An Ning suddenly smiled.
Slowly said, "Feng Xiyun, I once said when I left the palace, Bai Mowan’s downfall was because she didn’t believe I would truly leave the Emperor, so she tried to eliminate . Fundantally, the reason was Bai Mowan’s overestimation of herself, thinking she could destroy , or rather, destroy and Xiao Jinxing."
Feng Xiyun clenched her fist, struggling to control her tension.
She’d prepared for the Empress being hard to deal with, hard to deceive.
Still, she hadn’t expected, no matter how calm her tone was, her aura would be so strong.
Feng Xiyun softly bit her lip.
If she beca the Empress, she too could be like this.
So An Ning’s confidence stemd solely from her status as Empress.
"Now I tell you clearly, how much I once wanted to leave the Emperor, I now don’t want to leave him. Anyone wishing to ruin my relationship with the Emperor shall find rciless! And finally, I remind you once more, don’t repeat Bai Mowan’s mistakes, asuring your inadequacies! Don’t think your little intellect can contend with , contend with the Emperor," An Ning said sharply, "Your petty tricks before are not worth ntioning!"
Feng Xiyun paled at An Ning’s words.
Could it be the Empress truly discovered the problem with the soup?
Could she never manage to deceive her?!
Feng Xiyun dared not show it, still appearing ek and innocent, "Your servant accepts Your Majesty’s guidance. Your servant dares not act against Your Majesty, against the Emperor. If Your Majesty dislikes your servant, your servant will cease to disturb Your Majesty and no longer bring soup. I’ll take the soup back now."
With that, Feng Xiyun reached to take the soup.
Not daring directly to oppose the Empress.
She couldn’t fathom An Ning’s mind’s depths.
Unsure how complex her thoughts were.
She just wanted to leave now, to avoid exposure.
"Wait," An Ning suddenly called to her.
Feng Xiyun dared not move rashly.
An Ning took the soup up.
Feng Xiyun felt a mix of anxiety and hope.
Thinking she wouldn’t drink, fearing An Ning would spot sothing, she just wanted to take the soup away.
Did her actions make An Ning drop her guard?!
Feng Xiyun’s heart was pounding.
Trying hard to control herself, not daring to show it.
An Ning held the soup and said, "Just now, my words may have been harsh; it’s rely a reminder for Doctor Feng. As the Emperor’s chosen talent, I don’t wish Doctor Feng to make mistakes, which would be a loss for the Emperor."
"Your servant appreciates Your Majesty’s guidance," Feng Xiyun said with utmost respect.
"Doctor Feng’s effort in preparing this tonic shouldn’t be wasted," An Ning said calmly, "The camp’s resources are ager; perhaps this tonic is quite precious."
Feng Xiyun dared not speak.
But secretly she was already rejoicing.
"Doctor Feng is injured, weak. I bestow this bowl of tonic upon you," An Ning continued.
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