Unwilling to be ignored, Yin Meiren seized the opportunity to ask a question.
"If you had to choose between the chicken soup I sent and the pigeon soup Hua Jieyu sent, which would Your Majesty pick?"
The Emperor looked at her, exasperated. "You really know how to put me in a difficult position."
Yin Meiren whined coquettishly, "Please tell me. Tell me, tell me, tell me~"
Before the Emperor could speak, Hua Qingqing spoke up.
"Naturally, Your Majesty prefers the chicken soup made by Yin Meiren."
The Emperor turned to her. "And how do you know that?"
Hua Qingqing gave a dazzling smile. "Yin Meiren is as beautiful as a flower. Never mind men, even a woman like myself is quite fond of her. A soup personally brewed by a Beauty must naturally taste beautiful as well."
The Emperor was amused. He reached out and gently tapped the tip of her nose.
"Such a tease."
