As soon as An Ning spoke,
Feng Xiyun's face instantly turned pale.
She appeared flustered, and even the calmest person couldn't stay composed at this moment.
Looking at the Empress, she hurriedly refused, "Your Majesty, this special soup is meant for you, as you said, it's very precious... I, I, how could I possibly consume it..."
"Just now, did Doctor Feng think that I wouldn't drink it and was prepared to take it away? Were you going to discard it? Wouldn't that be even more wasteful?"
"But Your Majesty, I am at fault and simply cannot consume something so precious..."
"Are you defying my will, trying to contradict my orders?!" An Ning was imposing and forceful.
Feng Xiyun's heart quivered.
There was no way she could consume it.
