For several days in a row, Shen Muqing did not see Mo Yanye, and naturally began to forget about him.
She found that apart from getting up early every day, she was living a pretty comfortable life, and several people would respond with just a wave of her hand.
Under her pressure, no one dared to disobey her. She became the person in the Eastern Palace whom no one dared to offend. People would rather offend the Crown Prince than the Crown Princess.
With nothing to do, Shen Muqing wandered around the East Palace. Her steps drifted uncontrollably to a quiet place, Luoxia Pavilion, a fine name.
"This is where the concubine lives."
Although Shen Muqing has become much more agreeable lately, Zhu Qiu still serves him very carefully, subtly reminding her master of her duties.
Normally, Shen Muqing would go crazy at the mere mention of Song Jinhe's name. Now, she was afraid that Shen Muqing might do something bad, and it would be difficult to handle the situation then.
"Speaking of which, it's been so long since I've had a proper talk with the concubine. Let's go inside."
Zhu Qiu dared not disobey her orders, so she had no choice but to push open the door of Luoxia Pavilion. As soon as she opened the door, she found herself in a spacious courtyard with an elegant style, completely different from where Shen Muqing lived.
Shen Muqing couldn't help but click her tongue. Compared to this, her own place seemed like that of a nouveau riche.
The maid sweeping the courtyard was the first to spot Shen Muqing and reluctantly bowed to her.
"Greetings, Your Highness. May I ask what brings you here?"
As the saying goes, a maid's attitude reflects her master's attitude. Zhu Qiu couldn't stand the other woman's arrogant attitude and retorted.
"How dare you speak to the Crown Princess like that! Don't you want your mouth anymore?"
Normally, Zhu Qiu appears timid and fearful, but this is only in front of Shen Muqing. In front of the other maids, she is extremely dignified, as she represents Shen Muqing's reputation and naturally has to maintain a respectable demeanor.
"you..."
The maidservant, unconvinced, muttered under her breath, broom in hand, "What's so great about an unfavored crown princess? What's with all the airs?"
"Angelica dahurica!"
A woman's voice suddenly came from the bushes nearby, clear and cold with a hint of rebuke; it was Song Jinhe.
Today she was dressed very simply, with her sleeves rolled up on her arms, and she was holding a small shovel in her hand.
Upon hearing her mistress's voice, Bai Zhi abandoned her lazy demeanor and respectfully bowed to Shen Muqing again, saying, "Greetings, Crown Princess."
Shen Muqing: "Get up."
She walked towards Song Jinhe. Zhu Qiu was sweating bullets, praying in her heart that Shen Muqing would not make a move.
Bai Zhi's gaze also followed Shen Muqing, fearing that she might do something out of line.
Shen Muqing stepped forward, reaching into her sleeve to search for something. To Song Jinhe, this looked like she was about to hit her.
Song Jinhe was indifferent to worldly affairs, but she had heard some rumors about Shen Muqing, and vicious jealousy were the words used to describe her.
"What are you going to do!" Bai Zhi spoke first. If Song Jinhe was beaten by Shen Muqing today, she would be dead.
At the same time, Shen Muqing was wiping the dust off Song Jinhe's face with a white handkerchief. If you didn't look closely, it did look like she was bullying Song Jinhe.
"Thank you, I can do it myself." A hint of warmth appeared in Song Jinhe's cold eyes; this person was different from the rumors.
She took the handkerchief from Shen Muqing's hand, her fingers inadvertently brushing against her palm. It was soft and delicate, unlike Shen Muqing's hands, which were covered in calluses.
Song Jinhe shuddered involuntarily, and Shen Muqing chuckled, "Go ahead and wipe it off, you're welcome."
Shen Muqing's sincere smile touched Song Jinhe, causing her tightly pursed lips to relax slightly, making her appear more approachable. The handkerchief still carried the unique fragrance of a woman, faint and not strong; Song Jinhe could smell the scent of peach blossoms.
"What are you doing?" Shen Muqing asked curiously. How come her yard had such a large area filled with all sorts of plants that Shen Muqing didn't recognize?
"I'm weeding."
Song Jinhe answered her question, and then there was no further comment.
An awkward atmosphere filled the air, making Song Jinhe feel uncomfortable. She disliked this kind of atmosphere and didn't like interacting with others.
"What are you growing? Are they vegetables?"
Curious as ever, Shen Muqing bent down and touched the nearest plant with her fair, delicate fingers.
"Oh! It bites."
Shen Muqing quickly withdrew his finger, looking pitifully at Song Jinhe. This funny look made Song Jinhe unable to help but laugh, and her eyebrows relaxed.
"This is nettle; its roots and stems have thorns that can sting."
Song Jinhe took out a medicine bottle from her bosom, grabbed Shen Muqing's reddened finger from the sting, and poured some medicine powder on it.
How to describe this feeling? Shen Muqing's hands felt tingly and hot.
"These are all herbs, some are poisonous and some are not," Song Jinhe explained to Shen Muqing as she applied the medicine.
"You're amazing!"
Shen Muqing blinked her starry eyes, filled with admiration.
Seeing that Shen Muqing was interested, Song Jinhe became more talkative without realizing it.
"This is ginseng."
"This is a dandelion."
Can dandelion be used in medicine?
Shen Muqing interrupted her, saying it was amazing that dandelions, which could be found anywhere, could be used as medicine.
"Yes, it can clear heat and detoxify, reduce swelling and dissipate nodules."
"That's amazing!"
Song Jinhe introduced the herbs in her herb garden to Shen Muqing one by one, observing whether she would become impatient. As a result, an hour passed, and Shen Muqing's interest grew higher and higher.
Shen Muqing would respond to every word Song Jinhe said and ask questions along the way, which made Song Jinhe feel like she had met him too late. Even Mo Yunjing had never given her this feeling.
Which noblewoman would personally weed and plant crops? She's probably the only oddball. Nobody understands why she, as the Crown Prince's concubine, would do such lowly work herself.
Only Shen Muqing looked at her with eyes full of admiration, praising her for being so amazing.
Would you like some water?
Seeing that the two had been talking, Song Jinhe suggested that they go have some tea to soothe their throats before continuing their conversation.
Hearing this, Shen Muqing was indeed a little thirsty, and nodded, "Okay."
Sitting in the pavilion, Song Jinhe brought over a pot of tea. "I brewed this myself. It contains dandelion and licorice, which can moisturize the lungs and clear away impurities."
Shen Muqing picked up the glass and took a sip. "Wow, it's so delicious and refreshing."
Song Jinhe stopped speaking abruptly. She actually wanted to say that if you didn't like it, she would make you other tea.
"As long as it tastes good." She smiled sincerely. These teas were only for her to drink. Mo Yunjing's meals were taken care of by a special person, and besides, she didn't care much for her little trinkets.
Actually, she had never brewed it for Mo Yunjing before; subconsciously, she felt he definitely wouldn't drink it.
"Want more?"
Shen Muqing quickly finished the tea in her cup, ignoring Song Jinhe's words, but simply extended the cup to show her attitude.
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