How dare she flirt with someone else right inside his palace?!

Jin'er gritted her teeth as she looked at the crown prince before her, who was as thin and pale as a ghost yet still retained his utterly punchable expression. Her eyes narrowed slightly.

What was that look he gave her just now? Disgust? Such a look was truly a long-lost experience; she had endured more than enough of it back when she was just a little beggar girl.

Taking a deep, forbearance-filled breath, Jin'er slammed the porridge bowl back onto the tray, then reached out, grabbed his jaw roughly, and forced his mouth open.

"You!" Helian Feng turned his gaze toward her in utter shock, his exaggerated expression matching his O-shaped mouth in a way that was indescribably comical.

Jin'er raised an eyebrow and smiled triumphantly. Completely ignoring the anger and warning in his eyes, she poured a spoonful of porridge straight into his mouth before finally letting go.

Helian Feng completed the difficult act of swallowing with an extremely unsightly expression, still staring at Jin'er in disbelief.

No one had ever dared to treat him with such rudeness, such brutality! Odious! Utterly odious!

"How is it? Do you still need me to help you?" Jin'er scooped up another spoonful of porridge, blew on it to cool it down slightly, and asked with a "gentle" smile as she brought it to his lips.

Helian Feng moved his lips, and in the end, unwillingly and reluctantly, slowly opened his mouth. He had to admit that her smile was truly beautiful, but the wicked malice within that smile was equally impossible for him to ignore.

For the past few months, this was the first time he had felt the urge to survive—to get better, and to properly settle the score with this arrogant little wretch right before his eyes!

After finishing the meal, Jin'er pulled a small medicine bottle from her medical pouch, shook out two black pills, and shoved them straight into the dazed crown prince's mouth.

Helian Feng came to his senses and tried to spit them out, but Jin'er, anticipating this, pinched his jaw and poured some water to wash the pills down.

"Cough, cough, cough..." After a violent fit of coughing, his face flushed red with intense anger. "What kind of poison did you feed me?"

"You were already on the verge of death; do you really think I have any reason to harm you? Rest assured, for the sake of those one hundred thousand taels of gold, I will certainly make you well." With that, Jin'er stood up and left, leaving the crown prince behind with his mouth slightly open, frozen in shock.

If his condition were truly congenital, she might not have been so certain, but since he had been poisoned, she had absolute confidence. In fact, she already suspected several chronic poisons—the kind that continuously drain a person's vital essence over a long period. The victim truly looked as though they were suffering from some incurable disease, dragging out their life with medicine until the medication could no longer help.

She could find ways to gradually neutralize those poisons, but the crucial problem now was that she had to identify the source and determine the exact type of poison, otherwise treating him would be in vain.

Speaking of the source of the poison, she was quite curious about who would go to such elaborate lengths to find these rare and exotic poisons to harm the crown prince. If it were a struggle for the throne, he had no brothers, and making enemies seemed even less likely. She had heard that the old emperor cherished him dearly; fearing he might fall ill or be harmed by others, the emperor had kept him confined to this palace all along.

Tsk, tsk, tsk... Come to think of it, this fellow was actually rather pitiful.

Jin'er did not leave the inner chamber; instead, she sat down at the table in the outer room and waited for her own evening meal.

Meanwhile, Helian Feng, recovering from his shock inside, turned his gaze toward the bead curtains at the arched doorway that were still swaying to a halt, and smiled with a hint of disbelief.

One hundred thousand taels of gold? What a greedy woman!

***

After finishing her dinner, Jin'er stepped out of the bedroom and saw a figure in white standing by the corridor pillars outside the door.

At her soft call, Qingyue turned his head, looking back with a smile that could launch a thousand charms. "Finished eating?"

Jin'er responded with a faint smile, walked over, and leaned against the elaborately carved white jade railing, gazing thoughtfully at the vast expanse of red plum blossoms in the courtyard ahead. Her heart felt inexplicably empty.

"Would you like to hear a tune?" Qingyue asked softly from the side.

"Alright."

After a moment, the sound of a flute drifted out melodiously, seemingly capable of piercing the soul in the quiet night. Jin'er listened in silence, her heart shifting between joy, sorrow, anxiety, and hesitation along with the melody. Only at the end did she realize that this was the voice of Qingyue's heart.

Yet, upon careful reflection, how could it not be her own as well?

That night, Jin'er slept on the long couch in the outer room, staring wide-eyed without much sleep. Presently, she noticed a faint, indescribable fragrance drifting through the room—subtle, warm, and very comfortable, likely a type of incense. Mingled with it was another familiar scent; it seemed to be the fragrance of blue brocade flowers.

Jin'er then remembered seeing two exquisite white jade vases placed in both the inner and outer rooms during the day, filled with alluring and enchanting blue brocade flowers.

Her train of thought was about to pass over this, but she suddenly paused.

She had pondered deeply much of today, concluding that to continuously poison the crown prince for nearly a decade without being discovered, there were only two possibilities. First, utilizing someone closest to the crown prince; second, utilizing daily necessities.

She had interacted with the crown prince's personal maid today; the maid seemed very loyal and gentle. However, she knew these superficial things could not be trusted blindly and required continued observation.

Nor could she dismiss the second possibility. The reason she ate and lived with him was precisely to come into contact with everything he touched every day. She had confirmed that his meals were fine tonight, and she would continue to do so tomorrow. Then, this incense...

At this thought, Jin'er had already made up her mind.

Early the next morning, after waking up, Jin'er asked a maid who came in to attend to her, acting as if nothing were amiss: "What kind of incense is burned in this room at night? It smells so nice."

"Replying to my lady, this is the Meng incense from the Water Kingdom, world-renowned. Because of its scarcity, it is reserved exclusively for the royal family. It is extremely expensive, and ordinary people cannot buy it even if they have money." The maid had served by the crown prince's side for years, so naturally she knew quite a bit.

Parting the bead curtains, Jin'er entered the inner chamber. After a quick scan, she located the incense burner. She stepped forward, opened the lid, pinched a small pinch of ash to her nose to sniff it carefully, and then her gaze inadvertently glanced at the blue brocade flowers in the vase beside it.

Her brows furrowed, and her gaze fixed intently on the blue petals edged with silver. After a moment of deep thought, she suddenly lowered her head to look at the powder in her hand, murmuring in astonishment, "Meng incense... Meng incense... Could it be Xi Meng grass?"

"That's right. The main ingredient of Meng incense... is indeed Xi Meng grass." A familiar, weak voice came from the side. Jin'er turned her head to see the crown prince looking at her through the hazy gauze curtains.

"Are you certain?" Jin'er could not help asking again, and upon hearing his somewhat impatient confirmation, her mind suddenly became clear.

It was definitely it!

Xi Meng grass was originally an aromatic herb, but it also contained a very specific component. Used alone, it was beneficial and harmless; however, it had one fatal counterpart—the blue brocade flower. Mixing the two together would generate a toxic substance. Although the amount of poison was extremely minimal and would have no major impact unless taken continuously, blue brocade flowers were extremely rare everywhere except Misty Flower Island, rendering this method of poisoning nearly useless elsewhere.

Precisely for this reason, Jin'er only had a faint impression of Xi Meng grass's unique properties, and when she saw the blue brocade flowers earlier, she hadn't connected the two.

Yet now that both appeared here simultaneously, she suddenly linked them together. Blue brocade flowers bloomed all year round. If some were picked fresh every single day and placed in the bedroom to coexist with the Meng incense burned every night, the crown prince's current condition made complete sense.

"You slept in this room last night?" Helian Feng asked, frowning as he watched her remain silent for a long time. He had fallen asleep early last night and hadn't paid attention, but he had heard the commotion just now.

"Yes." Jin'er was in a good mood. She dusted the ash off her hands, walked over, parted the curtains, and hooked them back.

"Men and women... how can they share a room?" He did not understand what kind of person she was; even if she were truly a doctor, she shouldn't have such eccentric behavior.

"What? I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?" Jin'er crouched down in front of the bed, her eyes meeting his at eye level, a flash of teasing in her gaze. "Could it be you're afraid that I..." As she spoke, Jin'er swept her gaze up and down over him with a meaningful look.

"Shameless!" he said angrily, turning his face away. A rare trace of faint red appeared on his pale face.

"Tch! Really thinking highly of yourself. In your current ghost-like state, do you think I want to share a room with you? Being able to look at your face and talk to you is entirely due to a physician's professional ethics," Jin'er said with utter disdain.

"You!" Helian Feng turned his head back again, his pale, thin face turning almost the color of pork liver.

She actually thought he was ugly? And said he looked like a ghost now? Damn it!

"What 'you' what! In your state right now, you can't even speak smoothly. If I were you, I'd sensibly shut my mouth and save my breath to recuperate. What are you glaring at? If you have the ability, jump up and fight me!"

"This maid pays respects to His Majesty," came the voices of two maids from outside the door. Jin'er then made a funny face at the crown prince, who looked like a bull seeing a red cloth, and triumphantly stood up to greet the emperor.

Haha! Why did she increasingly find watching him get angry so amusing?

***

"This commoner pays respects to His Majesty," Jin'er bowed and saluted.

"Rise. How is the crown prince?" The emperor hurried toward Helian Feng's bed the moment he entered, wearing an anxious expression. Ever since the imperial physicians said the crown prince's condition was left to the heavens, he had been terrified every night upon waking up that he would hear terrible news.

"Father..." The anger on Helian Feng's face had largely dissipated, and he looked somewhat more spirited than yesterday.

Seeing this, the emperor felt an indescribable joy. With a hint of emotion, he gently stroked Helian Feng's pale face and suddenly turned to Jin'er, asking, "Your name is Jin'er, right? How is the treatment going?"

Hearing this, Helian Feng turned his gaze to Jin'er, who was walking forward, thinking to himself: Jin'er? Her name is quite pleasant, but as for the person herself... hmph.

"Father," before Jin'er could speak, Helian Feng moved his lips and called out weakly.

"Lingfeng, what is it?" Seeing that he seemed to have something to say, the emperor hurriedly asked in a soft voice.

"Could Father promise sons one thing?"

"Speak! Not just one thing, a hundred, a thousand things, Father will promise you all!" The emperor said with a slight tremble, the deep love in his eyes once again moving Jin'er slightly.

"After I pass on... I hope Father... will let her be buried with me."

This sentence was intermittent and feeble, yet it shocked both the emperor and Jin'er. For Jin'er especially, it was like a bolt from the blue.

Damn it! He actually made such a request to the emperor?! Black-hearted bastard! Son of a bitch! Jin'er glared at the crown prince, wishing she could rush over, kick him hard, and snap his neck right off!

"Lingfeng, what are you..." The emperor did not know why he suddenly made such a request. He turned to look at Jin'er, whose lips were pursed and biting with anger, and only then remembered that this girl was indeed very beautiful and lively. Could it be that Lingfeng had taken a fancy to her?

"Father... didn't you say you would promise me anything?" Helian Feng said with a weak and sorrowful air.

The emperor then came to his senses. "Silly child, Father won't let anything happen to you."

"Then... just in case?"

Seeing him acting as if he wouldn't stop until he achieved his goal, Jin'er was so angry she felt like killing someone. This wretched man wanted to die himself, so why must he drag her along?!

"Alright, alright, alright, Father promises you then." Seeing him refusing to let go of the issue, the emperor had no choice but to agree. Turning back to see Jin'er glaring at him, he felt a jolt of shock, once again astounded by her audacity. What was this girl's background that she dared to be so bold?

After giving a few instructions, the emperor stood up and called Jin'er out of the room, heading into the courtyard outside.

"My lady, please don't take it to heart. I know you will certainly be able to cure Lingfeng, so as long as Lingfeng gets better, you won't have to worry about any burial issues," the emperor said with a faint smile, wearing the expression of an old fox.

How could Jin'er not know his intentions? If cured, naturally there would be no problem; if not cured, he certainly wouldn't let her go. This was also forcing her to treat him. Although she disliked being coerced, considering that her original purpose in coming was to save someone and she had negotiated such a great price, she decided to let their attitude slide.

"As long as Your Majesty fulfills the previous promise, I have no problem here. At most a month, I will definitely have the crown prince out of bed," Jin'er said with a faint smile, full of confidence and bravado.

"Good!" The emperor didn't dwell on her self-reference in front of him, saying only with joy and excitement, "A sovereign never goes back on his word! Rest assured, as long as you truly cure him, I will certainly keep my promise!"

"I also believe His Majesty's golden words will never be broken."

Watching the emperor leave, Jin'er prepared to go back and settle accounts with the crown prince, when Shiyuan suddenly materialized from somewhere.

"Found it?"

Jin'er smiled, nodded at him, and pulled him to a quiet spot aside. "What is your relationship with the crown prince? Seeing you deliberately use disguise, are you unwilling to let him recognize you?"

Shiyuan shook his head, unwilling to say more.

"If you won't say, fine. Hmph, if it weren't for your sake, I wouldn't bother saving that jerk! I wouldn't even save him for one hundred thousand taels!"

"What's wrong?" Seeing her puffing out her cheeks in anger, Shiyuan frowned, unable to hide his puzzled expression.

"He actually wants me to be buried with him, and even forced the emperor to agree! It's infuriating!" Jin'er grew angrier the more she thought about it.

"Really? But from what I know, the crown prince is not a cruel and tyrannical person." Shiyuan stared straight at Jin'er, finding that even when she was angry, she was still so beautiful, vibrant, and endearing.

"It seems you are friends with him, then?" True enough, if they weren't friends, why would he bring her all this way to save him? He was even speaking up for her. "Hmph, I'm leaving." Jin'er gave him a sideways glance and turned away angrily.

A gust of cold wind swept past, several strands of long hair dancing in the wind, and a faint fragrance brushed past Shiyuan's nose. He took a deep breath, as if wanting to inhale her straight into his heart.

When she returned to the crown prince's bedroom, the maid delivering the midday meal was already waiting aside. Jin'er gave a slight wave to signal them to leave, then walked over, sat down by the bed, and glared unhappily at the smug person on the bed.

Look at that half-smile, the crooked corner of his lips looking triumphant, as if she were destined to die with him tomorrow.

"Hmph, I've never seen anyone like you who is about to die yet is so happy, even looking forward to dying quickly."

"My own body, I know it best. Since I'm going to die anyway, being able to drag you along... is quite nice." By the end, Helian Feng smiled with undeniable smugness.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... You really are a pervert." With that, Jin'er raised her hand and slapped his thin, sunken face twice, not too heavily nor too lightly, producing two crisp "pa-pa" sounds. Although the force wasn't great, she knew that for this pampered and arrogant crown prince, it would definitely make him furious.

Sure enough, Helian Feng's narrow, slit-like eyes instantly widened in disbelief and intense anger.

"Audacious!" How dare she slap his face?!

"If you have the ability, jump up from the bed? Well?" Jin'er triumphantly shook her head with an expression that said, *What can you do to me?*

Helian Feng gritted his teeth, panting heavily. He desperately wanted to get up and deal with her, but he lacked the physical strength to match his will.

"One day... you will regret... what you've done!" Helian Feng panted, speaking through gritted teeth.

Jin'er didn't bother to bicker with him. She made a funny face at him, picked up her own bowl of porridge, and ate with great relish, completely ignoring the furious crown prince.

After finishing her own meal, she picked up his bowl, removed the spoon from his bowl and placed it on the tray, and then used the spoon she had used herself to scoop a spoonful of porridge into her own mouth.

After tasting it carefully to confirm everything was normal, she scooped up a spoonful of porridge to feed him.

"Why do you always eat from my bowl?" Helian Feng turned his face away, dodging her spoon with an expression of disgust.

Jin'er watched him act as if it were a matter of life and death, raising her eyebrows and smiling happily.

Actually, she knew he was a germaphobe. Last time she fed him with her own spoon because she hadn't prepared beforehand, but now, clearly having two spoons yet still using her own, she was deliberately tormenting him. For someone with mysophobia, being forced to accept something he considered dirty was absolute psychological torture.

Hmph, serves you right! You make me uncomfortable, so I must make you uncomfortable too, right?

"Open your mouth," Jin'er said fiercely, her tone full of command.

"Change the spoon," Helian Feng looked at the spoon before him with disgust, speaking with great forbearance.

"I won't." With that, Jin'er resorted to force again. What noble crown prince? In her eyes, he was just a stinky jerk.

Throughout the meal, Jin'er thoroughly enjoyed the process of feeding him, especially watching his aggrieved expression, which brought an indescribable sense of satisfaction to her heart.

Helian Feng, on the other hand, glared fixedly at Jin'er, wishing he could tear her apart and swallow her whole. However, he knew that currently he couldn't curse her down nor beat her in a fight, and provoking her would only bring self-inflicted suffering, so he had no choice but to endure it for now.

He wanted to see if she truly had some unusual skills, or how long she could put up a front. In any case, if she couldn't cure him, she would obediently be buried with him; and if she managed to cure him... *hehe*... he would make sure to collect the debt with interest!

***

Jin'er fed the crown prince his pills again before standing up with satisfaction to head outside. She had someone bring over the Four Treasures of the Study and began writing a medical prescription.

"You, go fetch the medicine, and bring it straight to my room once you have it." Jin'er handed the paper to a maid outside the door after finishing it.

About the time it took to burn a stick of incense, the maid trotted back carrying several paper-wrapped parcels of medicine. Jin'er took them from her hands and turned straight to Shiyuan's quarters.

"Stone." Jin'er saw Shiyuan leaning against a tree in the courtyard daydreaming from afar, leaving her quite speechless. "All you know how to do day in and day out is daydream; what a waste of life."

Hearing Jin'er's voice, Shiyuan came to his senses, turned to look at her, and the corners of his mouth twitched upward slightly upon hearing her final remark.

If what filled his mind weren't her, he might have agreed with that statement.

"Come, I have a task for you. From now on, the task of boiling and delivering the medicine is yours. In any case, I cannot let anyone else touch my medicine." Since the person who poisoned the crown prince was so capable, she naturally had to be on her guard.

Shiyuan agreed with a hum, straightened his posture, and followed her forward.

"Jin'er, why didn't you call me?" Qingyue emerged from his room with an air of dissatisfaction. This palace was utterly boring, but the crucial point was that Jin'er seemed perpetually busy; he wanted to find her yet feared disturbing her, while missing her terribly. It truly felt like each day dragged on like a year.

The moment he heard her voice, his gloomy sky instantly shone with brilliant light.

"Alright, come along then, as long as you're not afraid of tiring yourself out." Jin'er turned around, gave him a smile, and said.

"How could I be tired? I'm dying for a chance to help you do something." Qingyue smiled as he walked forward, deep affection unmistakable in his eyes as he looked at Jin'er.

Jin'er smiled noncommittally, turned back around, and continued forward, still somewhat unaccustomed to his affectionate gaze.

In the time that followed, the three of them busied themselves together in the kitchen courtyard. After inspecting the medicines one by one, Shiyuan stood guard to boil the decoction, while Jin'er and Qingyue mixed five of the medicine doses together, wrapped them in gauze, and baked them dry in an iron pot. Finally, they ground the mixture into powder, wrapping the powder in paper just like tobacco leaves into little sticks resembling cigarettes.

Jin'er stood up to take a breath, only to see Qingyue bustling about with utmost earnestness. Then she glanced at Shiyuan nearby, who was diligently fanning the medicine fire, and a knowing smile crept onto her face.

By the time she returned to the bedroom, it was already lunchtime. Jin'er first fed the crown prince his midday meal, then gave him the cooled medicinal decoction that Shiyuan had brewed. Finally, she walked aside, placed her homemade "medicinal cigarettes" into the incense burner, and lit them. Soon, a moderate medicinal aroma gradually permeated the room.

"It stinks to high heaven, put it out," Helian Feng frowned in dissatisfaction.

"If you want to stay alive, shut your mouth obediently." With that, she couldn't be bothered to deal with him further and went off to rest in the outer room.

Helian Feng turned his head back, frowned as he twitched his nostrils, and ultimately said nothing more. Whether because of being angered by her or something else, he felt somewhat better than he had in previous days. Seeing her always so calm and full of confidence, could it be she truly was some kind of miraculous physician?

Yet she was clearly so young...

***

"You two, come here." Jin'er walked to the door and instructed the two personal maids waiting outside.

Hearing the call, the two hurried forward respectfully.

"Go and remove the blue flowers from the vase, and don't bring them in ever again." Jin'er said as she closely observed their expressions.

The two exchanged a puzzled glance before hesitantly speaking, "Without His Highness's instructions, this maid wouldn't dare." From the moment they first arrived here, they had known that the crown prince's bedroom had to have fresh blue brocade flowers every single day. This was an unshakeable rule, supposedly because the late empress had loved these flowers dearly during her lifetime.

"Don't mind him, I am a doctor. Didn't His Majesty also instruct that everything is to follow my orders?" Jin'er said calmly.

The two maids relaxed slightly and entered the room one after another.

Once they came out holding the blue brocade flowers, Jin'er stopped them again. "Also, from now on, the Meng incense at night won't be needed either. I have already replaced it with medicine."

The two acknowledged respectfully and withdrew.

Watching their retreating figures, Jin'er recalled her earlier observation of the pair and found no trace of anomaly; they seemed genuinely unaware. Upon closer thought, even if they had been bribed, they would only need to follow instructions without necessarily knowing the details.

Just as she was thinking this, a melodious sound of a flute drifted into her ears. The tune was none other than the duet she and Qingyue often played back at the Myriad Poisons Sect, carrying a faint trace of lingering sorrow and longing.

Jin'er leaned against the door frame, listening quietly, her heart gradually softening. She stood up, plucked a leaf from the courtyard, placed it to her lips, and followed his rhythm. The flute paused for a moment before resuming smoothly, the sorrow fading away and replaced by a faint, leaping note of joy.

Inside the room, Helian Feng listened in silence, his brows furrowing slightly. Who was playing? Was it her? And whose voice was that accompanying her? This musical dialogue sounded quite lingering and affectionate.

Wretched woman, daring to flirt with someone else right in his palace?!

"Someone... someone come," Helian Feng grumbled irritably toward the outside. However, due to his physical weakness, he could not shout very loudly. With only Jin'er outside, who was also thoroughly engrossed in playing her leaf-flute, his voice was hardly likely to be heard.

In his vexation, he spotted the teapot and teacups on the bedside cabinet, so he struggled to raise his hand and pushed the teapot down with great difficulty...

*Clatter!* With a harsh, crisp sound, the noise outside stopped abruptly, and Jin'er rushed in briskly a moment later.

"What is it?" Circling the screen, Jin'er's eyes immediately went to the bed. Seeing Helian Feng glaring at her unhappily with no sign of danger, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you trying to get some water?" Seeing the teapot shattered into pieces on the floor, Jin'er couldn't help asking as she looked at his pale, chapped lips.

Helian Feng gave an unamused grunt, turned his head away, and closed his eyes. From the sudden cessation of the music outside and her rushing in immediately after, it was clear she had been playing a duet with that flute. He had wanted to question her, but suddenly realized he didn't know what to say once confirmed, so he simply used her question to mask his inexplicable annoyance.

"You could have just called out, why go pulling stunts yourself?" Jin'er said with a huff.

"You have the nerve to say that?" Helian Feng opened his eyes, cast a sideways glance, and glared at her unpleasantly. "What were you blowing out there for? It was noisy to death." His voice remained weak, but it carried distinct dissatisfaction.

"You! You simply have no appreciation for art!"

"This crown prince needs peace and quiet... calling yourself a divine physician..." Helian Feng let out a disdainful snort and closed his eyes again, ignoring her.

Jin'er curled her lips and rolled her eyes at him. She was perhaps slightly in the wrong, so she couldn't be bothered to argue with him.

Hearing the two maids return, Jin'er ordered them to clean up the mess on the floor and then bring over a kettle of boiling water.

Listening to the continuous sound of water being poured beside his ears, Helian Feng couldn't help opening his eyes out of curiosity to turn and look. He saw Jin'er holding two teacups, repeatedly pouring the water from one cup into the other, apparently trying to cool down the boiling water quickly.

Looking up, Helian Feng noticed that her beautiful face lacked its usual arrogance, wickedness, fierceness, or impatience; she merely pressed her lips together and concentrated on what she was doing.

Suddenly, he found that she looked rather pleasant this way.

"All right." Jin'er set down the teacups as she spoke, stood up, and bent down to help the crown prince sit up. The two were very close, and Helian Feng could almost feel her breath brushing against his forehead, causing his heartbeat to accelerate inexplicably.

Jin'er grabbed a soft pillow and tucked it behind his back. Lowering her gaze, she saw him staring at her without blinking. His expression was very different from usual—devoid of anger and disgust, he just looked at her blankly and expressionlessly, as if he had suddenly become a different person.

Jin'er's heart skipped a beat. She hurriedly averted her gaze, retreated awkwardly to sit on the edge of the bed, picked up the teacup filled with lukewarm water, and brought it to his lips.

Helian Feng opened his mouth with unusual docility and drank slowly, occasionally lifting his gaze to look at her.