After applying the ointment, both of them were covered in sweat.
"This humble woman will go and ask the imperial physician if he has any further instructions." She hurriedly bowed, urgently needing to breathe in some of the cold air outside to cool down.
Zhao Cong remained calm. "Mm."
A sense of unease stirred within me.
It's just applying some medicine, what is he thinking!
Last time, Lin Qingwan rushed into his arms on the street, and even when she was half-naked taking a medicinal bath, he didn't react much. Why is he acting differently today?
Zhao Cong clicked his tongue, then his gaze sharpened.
It's all that little brat's fault for nagging him all day long!
After a short while, Lin Qingwan returned with the decocted medicine.
The medicine was still hot, so she put it on the table to cool. She couldn't help but cover her chest with her hands, as if her heart was beating too fast and her blood was flowing too quickly, making her feel a little flustered.
Physician Zhu said that the toxins in her body were most aggravated by emotions; excessive excitement or sadness would both be detrimental.
Is the poison about to take effect?
Wait, why is she so excited about applying medicine to the Crown Prince?
Lin Qingwan tapped her head, thinking to herself, "Can't you just behave yourself?"
I must explain this to the young prince when I get back! I absolutely must!
Zhao Cong finally calmed down and brought over the medicine. "Your Highness, it's time to take your medicine. Would you like to drink it yourself or should I feed it to you?"
Lin Qingwan noticed that the ointment on his back wasn't completely dry and, worried about getting his clothes dirty, asked him a question.
Zhao Cong frowned. "My hands are still usable."
Lin Qingwan put down the medicine bowl and silently retreated to the small low table in the corner.
Zhao Cong never used a spoon to drink his medicine; he would just pick it up and gulp it down in one go, never leaving a drop, and never even flinching.
The crown prince is actually quite easy to please.
She didn't know about others, but the young master of the Prime Minister's mansion, Jiang Zhenlin, had such a temper that the servants were very difficult to serve. Prince Jing was even more picky about the mouthwash and the handkerchiefs used to wipe his hands.
Lin Qingwan timed it precisely, applying the ointment to him again every hour.
They applied it at least six times over half a day. At first, both of them were tense and breathing heavily. Later, Zhao Cong got used to it, and Lin Qingwan also became more comfortable applying it. They could even exchange a few words occasionally, and the atmosphere became much more relaxed.
"The rash on my lower back hasn't spread anymore." Lin Qingwan couldn't help but apply a few more coats.
This area is very sensitive for both men and women. Zhao Cong curled his fingers up, and only slowly relaxed them after she finished wiping.
"Do you apply it like this at night too?" he asked.
Lin Qingwan said, "The imperial physician said that after six applications, we can take a break and apply it again after two hours."
Zhao Cong's dark eyes paused slightly. What was the difference?
Then he thought of a problem: Lin Qingwan was staying in his tent.
Looking around, there was a long table, a small low table, two chairs, and then the simple bed beneath me.
Lin Qingwan wasn't his maid; she was just unlucky enough to appear on the day he broke out in a rash. She had no obligation to take care of him all night like Cang Ying did.
Besides, he didn't want a girl who was poisoned and as thin as a sheet of paper to stay up all night taking care of him.
He suddenly sat up, the thin blanket draped over him slipped off, revealing his firm and muscular upper body.
Lin Qingwan held her breath and tried her best to remain calm. This time it wasn't her back, but her chest... and because she had applied medicine to her waist, her pants were pulled down low, so they were loosely hanging on her hips.
She wanted to cover her eyes.
But once you cover your eyes, it becomes impossible to explain.
Zhao Cong didn't notice the change in her expression and walked out barefoot, calling out, "Cang Ying."
Cang Ying shuddered. "This servant is here!"
"Bring in another bed."
The imperial physicians outside exchanged glances, pretending not to hear.
Cang Ying whispered, "Your Highness, there may not be enough room in the tents."
"Then get a thicker, bigger cushion."
Cang Ying hesitated for a moment, then said, "Yes."
As Zhao Cong turned around, Lin Qingwan handed him his clothes, still keeping her head down. "This humble woman can put the chairs together to sleep."
"Besides, I'm not sleepy. There have been times when I stayed up all night before, so it's not a problem."
Zhao Cong put on his clothes and said, "I have no inclination to mistreat others."
"You sleep on the bed, I sleep alone on the mat."
The Crown Prince sleeping on the floor? How could she possibly sleep?!
"No···"
"It's settled then." Zhao Cong said noncommittally. "If you need anything else, you can tell Cangying later."
No, no.
Lin Qingwan thought to herself, "Even a little eunuch like me has the Crown Prince asking me to set up a bed. What else could I possibly need?"
Cangying quickly delivered a cushion, along with a layer of white tiger skin, which would generate heat when applied.
Just as Lin Qingwan was about to move in, Zhao Cong coldly said, "Get out of my way."
Then he easily lifted the cushion, which was as big as her, with one hand and placed it on the side of the bed without even breaking a sweat.
But the ointment I applied to my back was wasted...
Night falls.
Cangying brought over two bowls of wontons, two baskets of meat buns, and three side dishes.
Fearing that Lin Qingwan wouldn't have enough to eat, Zhao Cong ordered fish soup noodles to be made as well.
Lin Qingwan, with a wonton in her mouth, asked, "How did you know I like fish soup noodles?"
Zhao Cong coughed lightly, "It is I who want to eat it."
Lin Qingwan blushed, regretting that she had said something while eating!
Zhao Cong watched her eat so intently and asked in confusion, "Can't you even get enough to eat in the courtyard?"
Lin Qingwan didn't react immediately. "We're full. The cook makes a lot of dishes every meal, and the young prince and I can't finish them all. So we asked the young prince to make less so as not to waste food."
"Oh," Zhao Cong said, suddenly realizing.
That's because I was too tired from taking care of myself today, and I was very hungry.
Seeing that her bowl was empty, Zhao Cong pushed his untouched bowl over to her, saying, "I'll have fish soup noodles."
"Then I won't stand on ceremony."
After Lin Qingwan finished eating and drinking, the fish soup noodles arrived.
Zhao Cong's dark eyes, illuminated by the candlelight, resembled stars, and when they fell upon Lin Qingwan, it made her heart skip a beat.
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