The night fell, and a light was dim. Under the flickering candlelight, a young man was thinking with his eyes closed, with a few open books spread out in front of him.
The door was pushed open with a creaky sound, and the old servant Zheng Bo came in with a bowl of hot ginseng soup. He placed it respectfully on the table and whispered, "Master, this is freshly cooked soup. Drink it while it's hot."
The young man opened his eyes, revealing a pair of dark, watery pupils. They were innocent and clear, but they looked particularly captivating in the night.
After seeing the old man in front of him, his expression softened noticeably. The corners of his mouth curved up, and he nodded, opened the soup bowl, and slowly took the porcelain spoon to scoop up the soup and began to drink.
Zheng Bo carefully observed the young master's expression, and seeing that he was in a good mood, he could not help but hesitate and said: "Master, now that your side is stable, isn't it time to choose a day to bring the young mistress over?"
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