In the presence of the Empress, one must naturally listen to the Empress's words.
Shen Chuwei felt she should be an obedient good child, and since she was not allowed to salute, she refrained from doing so.
"Concubine heeds the Empress's words."
The Empress looked at her belly, which had grown larger than a few days before, took Shen Chuwei's hand, and sat back down on the couch with her.
"Come, sit down and talk."
No sooner had Shen Chuwei sat down than she caught a whiff of a fragrant aroma. The Empress always brought her something to eat during each visit, all kinds of soups, and seeing Qing Ying carrying a food box, she knew this time would be no exception.
The Empress, pointing to the food box in Qing Ying's hand, said softly, "This is Black Chicken Soup that I had the small kitchen stew for you. Try it."
Qing Ying cooperated and opened the food box, taking out the Chicken Soup and placing it in front of Shen Chuwei.