Qingyun Residence.
Lu Zhan stared at the ginseng tea before him. He was reminded of the ginseng and old hen soup his mother had stewed for him last time, and his handsome face froze for a moment.
'Why ginseng tea again?'
He frowned slightly and asked Chen Jiu, who was waiting at his side, "Did the Miss have this sent over?"
"Yes," Chen Jiu answered respectfully, a hint of envy on his face. "The Miss is so good to you, Princely Heir. I heard from Shuang'er that the Miss brewed this ginseng tea for you herself."
Lu Zhan, who had been about to offer the tea to him, paused. "She brewed it herself?"
"Yes. Shuang'er also said that while brewing this tea for you, Princely Heir, the Miss scalded her hand with boiling water," Chen Jiu reported truthfully.
Hearing this, Lu Zhan's brows knitted together. "She scalded her hand?"
"Yes, but it shouldn't be anything serious," Chen Jiu said quickly.
Lu Zhan pursed his thin lips, his gaze falling on the ginseng tea with some hesitation.
