The Son is a Foundling I
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Tang Yin's expression changed dramatically when she saw a young woman in a red dress walking out of the courtyard. Her eyes were filled with joy as she pounced toward Feng Ruqing.
However, she had not gotten close to Feng Ruqing before a fierce gust of wind blew, sending her falling to the ground.
She pouted and looked at Feng Ruqing pitifully.
"Xiao Yin, what brings you here?" Feng Ruqing frowned. She then turned to Helian Yue, who was standing outside the gate. "Did you two come together?"
Helian Yue's face darkened as she glared at Tang Yin and turned to Feng Ruqing back. She smiled and quickly walked over to her.
"Xiao Qing, I've made soup for you. It's good for your health."
"Oh..."
Feng Ruqing could not refuse Helian Yue's good intentions. She also happened to be hungry, so she took the bowl of soup and handed it to the servant next to her.