Your Highness, the princess is going to paint your portrait

"Your Highness, the Queen sent someone to bring warm soup."

This warm soup is actually ginger soup. Because Yanguo needed to avoid the taboo of the name "ginger", ginger soup was renamed "warm soup".

The sudden sound of Lu Chi's voice interrupted the banter between the two. Jiang and Jinli retreated from Jing Chun's side, "Please come in."

The person who came was Hua Wen, the Queen's personal maid. Holding a porcelain cup in both hands, she bowed and saluted: "His Royal Highness King Li, greetings, Princess Li. This is the warm soup sent by the Queen's servants. It can ward off the cold."

Jiang Hejin gave Lu Chi a look, and Lu Chi stepped forward to take the ginger soup.

Jiang Hejin's face remained kind, and he took Jing Chun with him and replied: "For me and Mr. Xi to convey to the emperor's sister-in-law, thank you for the warm soup."

Jiang Hejin was thorough in his work and would never leave any trace of etiquette behind. Even his gratitude was attached to Jing Chun, lest others think that Jing Chun was ignorant of etiquette.

"The Queen has said that there is no need to say thank you to His Royal Highness Prince Li and the Princess. The Queen liked yesterday's Shajuan very much, and even asked my slaves to thank the Princess."

As expected, Jiang Hejin got the question right and asked about Shajuan.

Jing Chun smiled slightly, and at some point he started to act a little like Jiang Hejin, "This gratitude to the emperor's sister-in-law is also a tribute. As the mother of a country, the emperor's sister-in-law is already a blessing."

Hua Wen stood on Park He's side. After hearing what Jing Chun said, she was naturally satisfied with Jing Chun's respectful attitude.

"My slave will send the warm soup to the rest of the royal family and ministers. I will leave first."

After Hua Wen left, Jing Chun felt relieved for some reason and quickly found a place to sit down.

Jiang Hejin opened the porcelain lid, and a very strong smell of ginger tea filled the air. He poured out a bowl of ginger soup and placed it in front of Jing Chun, "Drink some."

Perhaps due to the change in his mentality, Jing Chun felt flattered for a moment and quickly answered, "You...you don't have to serve this to me..."

Jiang Hejin was stunned for a moment, wondering why Jing Chun was so familiar.

Jing Chun seemed to have noticed the suspicion on Jiang Hejin's face, so he placed the ginger soup on the desk. He looked slightly panicked, crossed his legs to conceal his generosity, and cleared his throat, "I don't like the spicy taste of the warm soup." Drink this, and I don’t have any appetite now.”

But Jing Chun secretly screamed in his heart, why should he care about Jiang Hejin's emotions, why should he explain like this.

"Good medicine tastes bitter. If you really get cold, it will be difficult to treat in this remote place."

Jing Chun was unwilling to compromise, "I won't be so weak that I just get caught in the rain."

Seeing that Jing Chun refused to drink, Jiang and Jin just glanced at it and took a bowl for themselves.

He was different. He had a cough. The rain this time was unexpected, but Dr. Baili's prescription did have some effect. Even after being caught in the rain, his throat was not as coughed as before.

Just after taking a sip, Jiang and Jin frowned, stared at the soup bowl in front of them, and didn't say a word for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Jing Chun saw that Jiang and Jin had no desire to continue drinking, "Is it hard to drink?"

"It's a bit spicy." Jiang Hejin continued Jing Chun's words, pretended to cough a few more times, poured out some decoction, and put down the medicine bowl.

Seeing the trend, Jing Chun was bound to take a sip to taste it.

"Don't drink!"

Jiang Hejin stopped Jing Chun and removed the soup bowl.

Jing Chun was puzzled, "Why?"

Jiang Hejin looked at the soup bowl in Jing Chun's hand and frowned deeper, "The soil here is remote and it's hard to find good taste. Even this ginger soup has a slight bitter taste. I'm worried that you won't be able to get used to it."

"You mean bitter?" It's not like Jing Chun has never drank ginger soup before. How could normal ginger soup have a bitter taste?
Could it be that someone dropped something in there?But the person who came here was the Queen's personal maid, how could she be so blatantly drugging her?
But looking at Jiang and Jin's careful expressions, it really didn't look like they were lying.

Jing Chun didn't believe in evil and took a small taste with a spoon. He didn't notice anything wrong. "No, there is no bitter taste."

Jiang Hejin talked to himself, intending to remove Jing Chun's soup bowl, "Maybe the emperor's sister-in-law added some nourishing herbs, but she didn't want to spoil the whole cup of warm soup."

Jing Chun secretly wondered: "Is it possible that I drank too much and didn't test it out?"

Thinking of this, Jing Chun took another big sip and savored the taste. Where was the bitter taste?There's even some licorice sweetness.

and many more!

Jing Chun suddenly came back to his senses and looked at Jiang Hejin with his eyes fixed on it, "You didn't say it was bitter to trick me into drinking it, did you?"

"Didn't you taste it?" Jiang Hejin looked at the bottomed soup bowl in front of Jing Chun and murmured, "Could it be the bitter taste in my mouth?"

Hey hey hey hey!

Let's not deny it. Let's talk about it. Can you make a draft before making up a cover? Jing Chun could taste the sweetness of the ginger soup, and the ginger soup was so spicy that no amount of bitterness could cover it up.

With a fake smile on his face, Jing Chun picked up Jiang Hejin's bowl and added a few more spoonfuls of ginger soup, "Didn't His Highness say it? Good medicine is bitter. Besides, Your Highness still has a cough, so you must not catch the cold." The cough has returned."

It's not like Jiang and Jin have never played this trick of pretending to be affectionate. Moreover, Jing Chun has already been given a bowl of warm soup to keep out the cold. He accepted the soup bowl in front of him willingly, not forgetting to add, "Xi Jun is really a virtuous man."

Jing Chunpi smiled but said, "I am not only virtuous, but also very virtuous. Just watch from here as His Highness drinks this cup of warm soup."

Jiang Hejin knew that Jing Chun had no ill intentions. He was just unwilling to accept that he stepped on Jiang Hejin's trap and did it on purpose, and it was a harmless thing like drinking ginger soup.

Jiang and Jin quickly drank one bowl, and the second and third bowls followed. It was not until they were about to serve the fourth bowl that Jing Chun called them to stop.

Jing Chun drank the rest of the ginger soup, which was about two bowls worth, and then placed the porcelain cup heavily on the desk.

Jing Chun once again hated himself for being soft-hearted!
Jiang Hejin saw Jing Chun's bold gesture and asked, "Don't you like it?"

Harmful!
If Jing Chun were a wolf now, he would have looked up to the sky and roared!

Jing Chun held back her temper and said, "Do you know that drinking too much warm soup can cause sore throat and cough? You have a cough yourself, and the imperial doctor won't give you advice?"

Jiang Hejin's expression became dull and he shook his head, "No one told me."

"Didn't Dr. Baili tell you about it?"

"Never."

"Have you ever had a time when you drank too much warm soup?"

"No."

Jing Chun was speechless, so if Jing Chun hadn't stopped them, Jiang and Jin would have really been able to drink the whole ginger soup, right?
Jiang Hejin had never seen Jing Chun so angry. Thinking of the peace Jing Chun had prayed for him today, Jiang Hejin felt as if something hit him in his heart, "Could it be that... you are worried about me?"

Jing Chun made no secret of it, "If your cough relapses, I am the one who caused it. I am not that cruel."

"Xijun, are you soft-hearted?"

"Isn't that right?" Jing Chun laughed at himself, not noticing Jiang Hejin's probing look at all. "Fortunately, you treat me well on weekdays. Although there are things I don't like about your actions, I don't have any hatred for you."

Jing Chun explained clearly, and Jiang and Jin also understood that Jing Chun's soft-heartedness was for anyone who had no hatred. (End of chapter)