Chapter 19: The Captured Imperial Prince of the Enemy Country’s Canary 6

Yue Yu’s face turned pale. “Your Majesty, just now we encountered Concubine Hui on the way. The mistress was alone with Concubine Hui for about a stick of incense’s time.”

“I see. The physician should give Lin Shuyi some medicine to rest and recuperate.”

“Understood, Your Majesty; Miss Yue Yu, come with me to get the medicine.” The physician grabbed his medicine box and left, with Yue Yu following closely behind.

“Don’t mention this to her for now.” It wasn’t clear whether Lin Muqing was aware of it.

Yuan Ming sat by Lin Muqing’s bedside, his deep eyes focused on her pale face.

They had spent some time together; now, lying on the bed, she appeared very delicate and fragile.

He liked her lively demeanor from earlier.

“Eunuch Qin, where’s the healing salve?”

“Here,” Eunuch Qin hurriedly produced a small bottle of healing ointment from beside him.

Yuan Ming gently unwrapped the linen bandages from Lin Muqing’s back, circle after circle, until he revealed a long wound. Countless thin lines of blood marked her back, deep scars visible, like the aftermath of a fierce battle.

“Will there be scars? Does it hurt?” He carefully applied the medicine.

While her wounds had not healed, there were troubling signs, possibly a result of that strange soup.

She had made him drink it; regardless of whether she planned it, the purpose of that act was questionable.

Was it meant to benefit him?

Of course, it was not something to be trifled with.

The room was filled with the strong scent of medicine.

“Bring me some new bandages.”

Yue Yu handed them over.

Yuan Ming carefully wrapped her injuries with the ointment.

…

The system had been monitoring the affection level, which had risen from twenty to forty. It was not easy for an emperor to express affection, especially since their aim was to conceive a child, not simply to raise the affection level.

However, neither side seemed to mind.

[Host, I am sorry! Last night, I mocked about having two roasted chickens instead of buying an antidote, and I intended to prioritize the repair serum for Yuan Ming. It turns out there was a reason.]

“It’s like walking on a knife’s edge!”

Lin Muqing started to regain consciousness and found Yuan Ming was there.

“Your Majesty, why are you here?”

She felt weak, her insides felt uncomfortable and she didn’t have much energy.

But she leaned against his back, feeling secure.

Yuan Ming didn’t push her away. “You fainted because the residual poison hadn’t cleared; I had the physician administer some medicine, so it will help alleviate your discomfort.”

“The medicine last night was very bitter; I don’t want to drink it.” Lin Muqing frowned, her pale face looking pitiful as she reached for him. Yuan Ming placed his hand over hers, wrapping her small hand in his palm and patting it gently.

“I drank it all last night.”

“Because it was too bitter for me to swallow; it hurt my stomach,” she added, her tone full of grievance.

Yuan Ming couldn’t help but smile as his charming peach blossom eyes curved gently.

Lin Muqing was stunned by his beauty.

At that moment, Yue Yu entered the room with a bowl of herbal medicine.

“Your Majesty is hurt; hurry up and drink the medicine,” came his low and deep voice.

In an instant, Lin Muqing revealed a sweet smile. “Drink it quickly, Your Majesty; you should drink it faster.”

Yue Yu was nearly frightened to death by the scene, but her master was too courageous. The tray she carried trembled slightly, but she managed to steady it as she placed it by the bedside.

Yuan Ming, his gaze loving yet commanding, picked up the bowl, scooped some medicine with a spoon, and brought it to her lips.

Lin Muqing sat up and eagerly opened her mouth, taking small sips.

“It’s sweet.”

Her eyes sparkled like they contained stars, and she smiled at him as she obediently finished it all. Yuan Ming, curious if it truly was sweet, took a sip himself, only to find it bitter, causing a tingle of discomfort in his throat.

He found the contrast to be puzzling regarding her earlier conversation.

Setting the bowl down, he rubbed her soft, dark locks.

“Does it still hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt anymore; it feels cool. Did the physician apply medicine on me?”

Lin Muqing lifted her wrist, as if to prove the truth of her words that indeed, it felt less painful.