Chapter 83 Princess Qingping

The medicinal decoction still emitted scalding steam, carrying a strong herbal scent that floated over, and for a moment, Si Chu's thoughts drifted:

Where did this medicine come from in the middle of the night?

Seeing Mingshu's pale cheeks, a flicker of clarity passed through his heart. He looked at her with a complex expression as a corner of his heart gently collapsed.

Was this...prepared by her for him?

Thinking he didn't want to drink it, Mingshu's eyes revealed a touch of urgency.

How could he not take the medicine?

Something suddenly came to Mingshu's mind, her eyes brightened, and she hurriedly fumbled in her sleeve for two candied fruits wrapped in paper, which she held up to him, coaxing in a persuasive tone, "Sweetie, will you drink the medicine for me?"

"It's not bitter, I prepared sugar especially for you."

This was something she had casually noticed before leaving and thought Si Chu might like, so she impulsively pocketed it.