Once they entered the room, Ye Muyu let go of his hand, quickly walked over, first served a bowl of pig liver soup, and then a bowl of bone carrot soup.
Chu Heng looked at his freed hand, feeling a bit helpless. Wasnât it just being used and then discarded?
Chu Heng sat down at the dining table, raised an eyebrow at the two bowls of soup in front of him: "Am I supposed to drink both?"
"Of course, I personally made them for you. You have to drink them all clean."
"Alright, you sit down first." Chu Heng reached out to press her down into the seat, took a bowl, and also served Ye Muyu the bone carrot soup she loved.
As for the pig liver soup, Ye Muyu definitely wasnât going to touch it.
Ye Muyu casually accepted it and took a sip with a spoon.
Chu Ziluo watched from the side as her father completely ignored the servants and personally served soup to her mother.
Her mother obviously had an injured arm but insisted on cooking and making soup herself. It seemed like she was willing to let her step in because it was inconvenient with just one hand.
The two patients obviously could eat their own meals by themselves, but they insisted on taking care of each other.
She couldnât help but click her tongue inwardly.
This kind of public display of affection could only sweetly play out in her own family!
After dinner, Ye Muyu helped digest by joining Chu Heng in collecting all the books sunning in the yard back into the boxes.
After tidying up, it felt a bit hot.
Ye Muyu went to take a bath first.
After washing up, she felt completely dry and fresh, very comfortable.
After Ye Muyu finished bathing, she watched Chu Heng go over.
She sat on the soft couch, glanced at a memorial on the table, originally didnât plan to read it, but her peripheral vision caught the words âDeng Jieyuâ.
Before realizing it, she already leaned over and read the contents of the memorial.
Are there talented people around Deng Jieyu?
Warning the Emperor to be wary of Deng Jieyu?
The general content was like this, but thinking of the bruise on Chu Hengâs forehead, Ye Muyu felt a bit worried.
Xiao Tianhao provoked Emperor Xuanming simply because of offending him through admonishment, and Chu Heng was also struck in the forehead for speaking well of Xiao Tianhao.
Not discussing if the Emperor is wrong to indulge in beauty.
But admonishment should also be adjusted after confirming Emperor Xuanmingâs stance, right?
It was obvious that Emperor Xuanming was annoyed with subjects interfering too much right now, he clearly resented this point, yet still advised him, wasnât it deliberately asking for trouble?
Moreover, now that Emperor Xuanming wants to favor Deng Jieyu, if Chu Heng submits this memorial, wonât it anger him again?
Shouldnât such matters be left to the rigid loyal ministers, why would the usually smooth-dealing Chu Heng do something thankless?
This isnât Ah Hengâs style.
Just when Ye Muyu was puzzled.
Chu Heng finally came out after washing.
Ye Muyu saw him, and waved eagerly: "Ah Heng, come here quickly, I have something to say to you."
Chu Heng walked over, his gaze already noticing his memorial in her hands, he understood.
"Whatâs the matter?" Chu Heng sat down across from her, taking out a handkerchief to wipe his hair.
Ye Muyu didnât notice the change in his expression and spoke urgently: "This memorial is not written well, donât submit it, otherwise youâll get beaten again."
"How could that be." Chu Heng looked at her full of worry, couldnât help but smile: "Donât worry, I know what Iâm doing."
"Then tell me, what exactly are you thinking, otherwise Iâll be worried to the point I canât sleep."
Listening to her earnest words, Chu Heng felt warm inside.
"First, I am the loyal and capable minister by the Emperorâs side, such matters concerning the Emperorâs safety, I must report them once I know, even if the Emperor gets angry, I must report."