Jiang Qing let out a sigh, dressed herself, and stepped out of the bedchamber.
Glancing around, she did not see Xuanyuan Wuhen anywhere. Just as she was about to find a maid to ask, she saw Zhishu walking in from outside holding a tray.
On the tray sat a bowl of pitch-black medicinal soup. Without even thinking, Jiang Qing knew it was the calming decoction Xuanyuan Wuhen had ordered someone to brew for her.
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