Chen Mo stared blankly at Her Majesty the Empress.
Rice paste?
To be honest, it does look a bit like it...
Seeing her calm demeanor, he secretly gave a thumbs-up in his heart, truly deserving of being Her Majesty the Empress, her adaptability is indeed extraordinary.
Yu Youhan seemed not to think much about it, shook her head and said, "No need, you keep it to drink yourself."
"That's truly unfortunate, you're missing out," said the Empress as she put away the handkerchief, asking: "I wonder what business Consort Yu has with me?"
"What do you think?" Yu Youhan straightforwardly replied, "You took Chen Mo away, what are you planning?"
The Empress said faintly, "Just discussing official matters, is there a problem?"
"Official matters?"
"Jiang Yuchan, do you think I don't know what you have in mind?"
Yu Youhan chuckled derisively, her tone carrying a hint of mockery, "What, didn't get enough last time, and now your backside is itching again?"
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