Jun Moyi had been waiting for Sang Liwan's next words, but Sang Liwan had just recovered from a serious illness and was not in good spirits. After drinking the water, he felt his eyelids drooping. After lazily greeting Jun Moyi, he lay down, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

In an instant, Jun Moyi felt as if his breath was stuck in his chest, neither going up nor down. He even had an urge to wake up the sleeping woman and ask her to explain herself to him.

But in the end, Jun Moyi decided not to alert the enemy, so he walked out of Sang Liwan's bedroom, looking back every few steps.

That night, some people stayed awake all night.

Some people sleep until dawn.

When Sang Liwan woke up, it was already the next morning. The early morning sunlight shone in through the window that was not closed tightly, just right on Sang Liwan's crow-like eyelashes.

Sang Liwan had just opened his eyes when he heard a surprised voice in his ears.

"Miss! Miss, you're awake!"

Miss?

Sang Liwan rolled her eyes and saw a little girl in a green dress standing beside the bed, her almond-shaped eyes full of joy.

It was Qingshui, the personal maid that the original owner brought from her mother's home.

Thinking of the girl's fate in the original plot, Sang Liwan sighed and shook his head.

Qingshui, who had no idea what she was thinking, turned the excitement in his eyes into worry after seeing her little movements.

She walked forward and carefully helped Sang Liwan up, then helped her sit against the head of the bed, looking up and down worriedly.

"Miss, are you feeling unwell somewhere? Or is your wound hurting again?"

Because the original owner had never sincerely acknowledged her marriage with Jun Moyi from the beginning, she also privately ordered Qingshui to continue calling her "Miss".

Once, the girl accidentally called her "Princess", and was immediately slapped by the original owner.

But this loyal little girl not only did not bear a grudge against the original owner, she also secretly swore in her heart that she must learn her lesson in the future and never make her master angry again.

Thinking of this loyal little girl who lost her life because of her loyalty, Sang Liwan sighed.

It’s better to protect such a stupid girl carefully.

"I'm fine, just a little thirsty. Go get me a glass of water."

"Hey." Qingshui just responded, then seemed to remember something. She looked at Sang Liwan tentatively and asked, "Miss, why don't you drink the medicine first? The Medicine King told me to keep it warm on the stove. The temperature is just right now."

When Sang Liwan heard Qingshui mention Jun Moyi, he raised his eyelids slightly.

It's no wonder that in memory, Qingshui often advised the original owner to get along well with Jun Moyi. After all, no matter who looked at Jun Moyi, he looked like he had deep feelings for the original owner.

On the contrary, the original owner was a little ungrateful.

After he finished speaking, Sang Liwan didn't respond for a long time. He just lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.

Qingshui then realized belatedly what he had just said.

She secretly slapped herself in her heart and cursed herself for not learning her lesson.

Knowing clearly that the young lady hated it most when she mentioned the prince, why did she still want to make the young lady unhappy?

Thinking of this, Qingshui lowered his head, looking as if he had done something wrong.

"Miss, it's all my fault..."

"Go and bring the medicine over."

The master and servant spoke in unison.

Sang Liwan raised his head and frowned, feeling a little puzzled. He wondered why Qingshui was apologizing.

Qingshui was even more shocked.

When she mentioned the prince, the young lady didn't get angry?

Is this real?

Perhaps borrowing courage from Jun Moyi, Qingshui blinked, afraid that she had heard it wrong, and asked again.

"Miss, did you just say you wanted to take medicine?"

Sang Liwan's brows furrowed even deeper.

"Qingshui, do you have ear problems?"

She said this very seriously.

After all, the two of them were very close to each other at the moment, and she spoke in a loud voice without an accent. If the girl still couldn't hear clearly, then she must have an ear problem.

Upon hearing this, Qingshui immediately shook his head like a rattle.

"No, no, I didn't. I was just a little surprised..."

While speaking, Qingshui looked at Sang Liwan with a curious look, but was afraid that his gaze would be too obvious and make Sang Liwan unhappy, so he only dared to look at him furtively, looking a little...

Obscene.

Sang Liwan: ...

I feel a little tired.

She waved her hand and decided to give up.

"Okay, go get the medicine."

"Why."

Qingshui responded with a happy expression.

No matter why Sang Liwan suddenly changed her attitude, it was a good thing that she was willing to take medicine. It was better than ruining her body.

When she threatened to commit suicide, Qingshui shed countless tears secretly, fearing that something might happen to Sang Liwan. If that happened, she would definitely go with her. After all, she had been serving the young lady since she was a child. If she was gone, the young lady would definitely not be able to adapt.

Because Sang Liwan still had an injury on his hand, Qingshui brought the medicine over and fed it to Sang Liwan spoonful by spoonful.

After drinking only two spoonfuls of the medicine, Sang Liwan's eyebrows were almost tied into a knot.

It’s so hard for his mother.

She had always felt that drinking Chinese medicine spoonful by spoonful was a torture.

It is indeed a cruel punishment.

When Qingshui saw her drink two sips and then waved her hand to stop drinking, her face turned pale with anxiety.

"Miss, good medicine tastes bitter, so please drink it. How can you not drink it?"

Sang Liwan's facial features were all wrinkled in pain.

She took the medicine bowl from Qingshui with her good hand, held her breath and drank it all in one gulp. Then she put the empty medicine bowl into Qingshui's hand and waved her hand with disgust.

"Take it away, take it away quickly, the smell of this makes me almost vomit."

Before Qingshui could recover from Sang Liwan's bold actions, she heard Sang Liwan's words of disdain.

Her actions were faster than her brain. She quickly put the empty medicine bowl away, then took a candied fruit from the table and placed it to Sang Liwan's lips.

"Miss, have some candied fruit to sweeten your mouth."

When Jun Moyi walked in, Sang Liwan had just swallowed a candied fruit.

The sweet and sour taste bloomed in her mouth and flowed through her limbs and bones. Only then did she feel like she was alive again.

Before she could catch her breath, she heard Jun Moyi's concerned voice.

“Is the medicine bitter?”

Sang Liwan was stunned for a moment, and when he opened his eyes, he met those clear peach blossom eyes.

I have to say that the most beautiful feature of Jun Moyi is his eyes. The corners of his eyes are slightly upturned, as if containing endless affection.

Of course, if Sang Liwan hadn't seen the hint of teasing that he had hidden so well.

Sang Liwan gritted his teeth.

She knew that such a bitter medicine must have been caused by this bastard!