Chapter 63 Ling Zixia makes tea to explore the king's heart

Prince Jing Zhao Tianqing looked at the calm woman across from the stone table, a playful smile flashing in his hawk-like eyes.

He did not go forward immediately, but looked around with interest, as if admiring the trap carefully set for him by his prey.

Ling Zixia did not urge him. She just sat there quietly, her white fingers gently stroking the warm white jade teacup.

The cold moonlight sprinkled on her body, casting a hazy glow on her simple dress, making her look not like an ordinary person.

In the end, it was Prince Jing who broke the silence first. He walked slowly to the opposite side of the stone table and sat down without any hesitation.

He picked up the cup of tea prepared for him on the table, but did not drink it immediately. He just put it to his nose and sniffed it gently.

"Good tea, it's this year's Mingqian Longjing, and it's a tribute." Prince Jing's voice was low and magnetic, with the laziness and arrogance of someone who had been in a high position for a long time.

Ling Zi-Xia had a faint smile on her face, and her voice was as sweet as a clear mountain spring.

"Your Highness is very insightful. This tea was indeed a gift from the Empress a few days ago."

Her words not only answered Prince Jing's question, but also subtly pointed out the close relationship between herself and the Queen.

Upon hearing this, Prince Jing's lips curled up in an even more playful arc, and he put down the teacup in his hand.

His eyes, like the deepest cold pond, stared at Ling Zixia without blinking, as if he wanted to see through her soul.

"You don't seem surprised at all by my arrival. Could it be that you expected this?"

Ling Zixia met his extremely aggressive gaze, her eyes were calm and without any evasion.

"I dare not presume to speculate on the prince's intentions, but I feel that a person like the prince is definitely not someone who will give up easily."

Her words were full of compliments, yet with just the right amount of distance, making it difficult to discern her true thoughts.

Prince Jing let out a low laugh, which echoed in his chest with an indescribable joy.

"Interesting, really interesting. You are the boldest and most interesting woman I have ever met."

As he spoke, he leaned forward slightly, and a strong sense of oppression instantly enveloped Ling Zixia.

"Tell me, you went to so much trouble to lure me here, what exactly do you want?"

Although his voice was still lazy, it carried a hint of unquestionable interrogation.

Ling Zixia could feel a unique scent mixed with blood and ambergris coming towards her. It was the smell of Prince Jing.

She leaned back slightly, cleverly creating some distance, but the smile on her face remained appropriate.

"Your Highness, you are joking. I am just a weak woman, and I just want to find a way to survive in this cannibalistic harem."

As she spoke, she took the initiative to refill Prince Jing's empty teacup with boiling hot tea.

The curl of tea mist rose up, temporarily blurring the tense atmosphere between the two people.

Prince Jing looked at her smooth movements, his eyes flashed slightly, and he suddenly asked.

"That smell on your body, is that what you used to suppress my coldness that night?"

He was referring to the strange medicinal fragrance that emanated from Ling Zixia's sleeves when she rescued him at the palace gate.

Ling Zi-Xia heard this, her expression did not change at all, she just shook her head slightly.

"I just mixed some calming spices when I was bored. I don't deserve your concern."

Her words were obviously avoiding the main point and she did not directly answer Prince Jing's question.

A hint of displeasure flashed in Prince Jing's eyes. What he hated most was others playing such tricks in front of him.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Ling Zixia's wrist as she was pouring tea as fast as lightning.

His palm was like an iron clamp, tightly holding her slender wrist, making her unable to move.

Because of this sudden change, the boiling hot tea instantly overflowed from the spout of the pot and spilled onto the stone table.

"hiss……"

A slight sound was heard, and the surface of the stone table was actually corroded by the scalding hot tea, leaving a shallow mark.

Prince Jing's pupils suddenly shrank, and he subconsciously let go of his hand, his eyes full of surprise and suspicion.

He looked down at his palm and found nothing unusual, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he looked at Ling Zixia again, his eyes had become more solemn than ever before.

He knew that the seemingly ordinary pot of tea was actually not ordinary at all.

If the tea had been spilled on his hands, the consequences would have been disastrous.

Ling Zixia seemed frightened by his actions. She quickly put down the teapot, with just the right amount of panic and innocence on her face.

She rubbed her red wrist and spoke in a tone that sounded aggrieved.

"Your Majesty...what are you doing?"

Prince Jing did not answer her. He just stared at the corroded mark on the table, his mind racing.

He knew that the woman was warning him.

She was telling him in this way that she was not a lamb to be manipulated by others, but a poppy with a highly poisonous smell.

He was silent for a long time before he slowly raised his head. He looked at Ling Zixia with an extremely complicated expression.

"Who are you?" he asked word by word, his tone filled with unprecedented seriousness.

Ling Zixia met his gaze, and the panic on her face gradually faded away, replaced by an unfathomable calm.

She stood up slowly and walked to the withered banana tree in the middle of the courtyard.

She stretched out her hand and gently stroked the dry leaves, with a hint of distant melancholy in her voice.

“It doesn’t matter who I am.”

"What's important is what I can do for the prince."

As she spoke, she placed her palm on the dry trunk of the banana tree.

The moment her palm touched the tree trunk, an invisible life force that only she could perceive flowed out of her body silently and was instantly injected into the dying plant.

Under Prince Jing's incredulous gaze, a miracle happened.

The dry bark of the banana tree, which had been so withered and lifeless, began to become plump at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The curled dead leaves began to slowly unfold, and a faint but extremely clear green color emerged from the inside out.

In just a dozen or so breaths, the dying banana tree miraculously came back to life.

Its branches became upright again, and its leaves regained their emerald green color like the sun after the rain, full of vigorous vitality.

Prince Jing's mouth opened slightly, he stared blankly at the incredible scene in front of him, feeling that his cognition had been impacted like never before.

This is no longer medical skills, nor is it martial arts.

This is a miracle, a power that belongs to the gods and cannot be understood by mortals.

After Ling Zixia did all this, she slowly withdrew her hand. She turned around and looked at Prince Jing again.

There was a faint and mysterious smile on her face.

"Now, Your Majesty, do you still think that who I am is important?"

Prince Jing looked at her. He looked at the woman standing in the moonlight, as if she would disappear into the sky at any time. The shock in his heart was beyond words.

He finally understood what kind of existence he had found tonight.

She is not a plaything to be manipulated at will, nor is she a pawn to be used.

She is a goddess who can change his fate.

He stood up from the chair, and for the first time, he looked at Ling Zixia in an almost equal manner.

He took a deep breath and spoke slowly, his voice filled with an unprecedented, heartfelt desire.

"Can you...really cure my cold?"