Lu Lingche's sleep was indeed poor. He could only sleep soundly when Qiao Yin was by his side. Without her, he would either suffer from insomnia until dawn or be plagued by nightmares, waking up with a splitting headache.
However, he didn't believe that the secret remedy Madam Lu had found could truly cure his insomnia. Just because it was effective for his elder brother's sleep didn't mean it would work for him.
But his elder brother asking him to drink the chicken soup was a kind gesture. His brother had always been like that since they were little, always thinking of him whenever there were tasty foods or drinks.
Lu Lingche had no way to refuse.
The servant brought over two bowls of chicken soup quickly. The soup was steaming and emanated a faint, pleasant aroma.