Chapter 15: The Captured Imperial Prince of the Enemy Country’s Canary 2

After dressing up, Lin Muqing looked at her reflection in the mirror, appearing like a water lily, graceful and ethereal. Her face was like an apricot blossom, her cheeks like peach blossoms, and she wore a sheer, bright red outfit that seemed to hint at the curves of her body.

She felt that Yuan Ming might not be himself and that it wasn’t just a simple favor he was doing for her.

Perhaps he had sent a substitute.

The palace maid gently touched her smooth and soft shoulders to help her relax. Her fingers trembled, and her face flushed, “Mistress, you look very beautiful; your figure seems even more voluptuous than this morning.”

Throughout the whole process, Lin Muqing felt as if she were being pushed to the stage.

She felt like she was almost cooked.

Outside, the voice of a eunuch could be heard.

“Greetings, Your Majesty.”

Lin Muqing quickly took the nearby red cloak and put it on.

“Greetings, Your Majesty.”

“Mm, you may rise.”

Lin Muqing’s eyes quickly darted to see if it was a substitute.

The man approached a few steps, his robe brushing against her ankle as she took a step back.

He had changed out of his battle attire from yesterday, donning a wide-sleeved long robe that was smooth and elegant, showing off his noble status.

Once again, she felt his fingertip lightly lift her chin.

Forcing herself to meet his probing gaze.

The pressure came from the coldness of someone in a position of power.

“Does Lin Shuyi recognize me?”

It was a statement, not a question.

“Mm, I recognize you.”

Her delicate waist pressed against the dressing table, she retreated step by step, gazing at him with suspicion.

“Where did you come to know me?”

The two were extremely close, and her fullness pressed against his strong chest, her heart raced rapidly.

Lin Muqing decided to tell the truth.

“When I was five years old, Your Majesty gave me two steamed buns, which I am very grateful for.”

It seemed she felt shame for once having been a beggar, her head bowed low.

Yuan Ming suddenly tore away her cloak, his gaze sliding over her sparkling almond eyes, the cold and obscure look falling onto her faintly visible shoulders, which now seemed more defined than yesterday, and every inch of her skin and flesh was very captivating.

“Lie down on the bed.”

She took tentative steps, her heart racing. What did he want her to do on the bed?

Was he going to…??

He just took medicine!

“Your Majesty, drink some tea.”

She walked to the round table, quickly brewing tea with her jade-like fingers, discreetly adding a few drops of the restoration potion, and it turned a yellowish color.

Turning around, she handed the cup to the approaching man.

Her lotus-like steps were graceful as she brewed the tea, her back exposed a little from the thin clothing.

Yuan Ming’s gaze swept over her, and he smiled lightly, receiving the cup and taking a whiff of the faint fragrant scent, yet he didn’t drink.

“Drink.”

The thumb adorned with a jade ring pinched the teacup and returned it to her.

“I… I will drink it, just a sip.”

Lin Muqing inclined her body slightly, raising her head to drink, while Yuan Ming raised an eyebrow, seeming surprised, and let go of the teacup.

[This tea is poisoned, Host.]

What a troublesome system, why didn’t it warn her earlier!

If she threw up, she wasn’t sure if she could hold it in. Would she die without the system saving her?

If she vomited and later found out the tea contained poison and offered it to the emperor—that would be a death sentence. If she didn’t vomit, she would die from the poison.

In less than half a moment, Lin Muqing’s stomach twisted painfully, and she vomited blood.

“Your Majesty! It’s not my poison!”

Her body felt weak and began to faint.

Yuan Ming hesitated, reaching out, and in a flash, he quickly caught her before she fell.

Just as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, he lifted her waist and carried her to the bed.

The eunuch outside heard the commotion and hurriedly came in.

“Eunuch Qin, check it out.”

“Yes.” The eunuch took the remaining tea away.

The imperial physician entered next.

Lin Muqing soon woke up, as the restoration potion unintentionally neutralized a part of the poison.

In a daze, she sensed a warm weight covering her shoulder and the thin fabric of her clothing above it; a finger lightly pressing against her brought a continuous wave of heat.

It gave her an indescribable feeling of affection.

Opening her eyes, she saw Yuan Ming sitting on the bed.

Weakly calling out, “Your Majesty.”

Yuan Ming paused, retracting his hand from his knee, and asked softly.

“How do you feel?”

“It’s… uncomfortable.”

“It was the poison from Lady Liu in your tea.” Yuan Ming’s voice was low and hard to discern.

“Did she want to harm you or me?” Lin Muqing said with teary eyes, looking pitiful and soft.

“Lady Liu has been sent to the cold palace, and she has been dealt with.”

Her wounded fingers quietly brushed against his back, clearly feeling his slight retreat.

She held tightly onto him, her eyes wet as she gazed up at him, “Thank you, Your Majesty. Shall you allow me to sleep for a while?”