The quiet life of a princess

Chapter 350 The Unwilling Secret (5)

Xia Chenxi, who was in deep sleep, felt a clear spring pouring into his parched throat, sweet licorice, a bit cool and slightly bitter, and a faint lotus fragrance.

... "Chen'er, my sister made a good medicine for high fever. It's not bitter at all. If you don't believe me, I'll show you how to drink it." A beautiful and delicate woman with a natural beauty, her natural aura is jumping in her gestures...

... That year, he was eight years old. As a prince, he had been under too much pressure since he was born.To learn to speak, you need to read and write, and to learn to walk, you need to learn martial arts to protect your family.Apart from the teacher, even the father and the emperor rarely see each other, and the mother and the queen only politely go over to say hello on the first day of the new year...

... On that day, he had a fever, and the imperial physician was helpless because he refused to drink the very bitter medicine...

... On that day, a sister who looked very similar to him appeared in front of him. She was the eldest princess of Xia Kingdom—Meng Yao...

... On that day, he drank the decoction she prepared herself. The decoction was sweet and cool but a little bit bitter. He didn't hate it, and fell in love with this sister who was very similar to him...

...He smiled brightly at her, the smile moved the world, and the sun and the moon lost their brilliance... He told her that he liked lotus flowers, and he would be very happy if he put a few lotus seeds in his medicine...

...From now on, as long as the medicine she concocted, there is a faint fragrance of lotus...

After many years, that was the first time Xia Chenxi met Xia Mengyao, the beginning of the nightmare, which has continued and continued to haunt him until today.

Xia Chenxi suddenly opened his eyes, not knowing who the person in front of him was, he pushed Liu Yiting away forcefully, the remaining medicinal juice slipped from the corner of his mouth, and before he could wipe it away, he was stunned.

Liu Yiting held an empty teacup in her left hand, the red line on her wrist was shocking, her smile was as cute as a peach blossom, as if she had done something for the whole country to celebrate.

Xia Chenxi frowned, with a restrained displeasure in his tone, and asked, "What did you give me to drink?" This medicine was Xia Mengyao's masterpiece, and no one would make a decoction with lotus fragrance and licorice sweetness.

(End of this chapter)