The bed in the main hall was spacious, large enough for two people.
Noble Princess Consort Rong sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for a palace maid to bring the congee. The bowl was sent over from Zhaoyang Palace. Unaware that it was for someone who was ill, and knowing only that the Noble Consort had ordered it, the cooks had added many rich ingredients. Holding the spoon, the Noble Consort blew on it to cool it down before feeding her. "Open your mouth."
The first spoonful: half a sea cucumber.
The second: a dried scallop.
The third: diced abalone.
The fourth: Jiang Xian felt like she had bitten into something that didn't quite fit the picture—a piece of white fungus...
Being spoon-fed, Jiang Xian was extremely anxious. She whispered, "You don't have to cool it. Just feed it to me directly. Or, Your Ladyship, you can just pinch my cheeks and pour it down."
"I am here to feed you congee, not to force-feed you red flower medicine."
"Then just feed me with that same energy."
