What should I do if you gave me a cold?_1

The maid, Xingxing, was stoking a small furnace. Her head bobbing in earnest concentration akin to a chick pecking grains, even as she stoked the fire.

She jerked awake at the sound of approaching footsteps. Coming face-to-face with Jiang Shu, dressed in white and seeming to float over the ground, startled her even more. Her own trembling body somehow managed to stand up: "Prin, Prin, Princely Heir, the Cold Medicine for the Young Madam will be ready soon!"

Jiang Shu surveyed the scene with drooping eyes before finally saying, "Okay, just like that. Don't add any candied fruit or honey to it!"

"Huh?" Xingxing responded, stunned.

Wouldn't it be unbearably bitter without any sweetener?

Even though their master had given the instruction, she obediently replied: "Understood!"

Fifteen minutes later, a bowl of dark viscous soup was placed at Su Luo's bedside.