Zi Su walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of ginger soup with added ingredients and a smile on her face. She imagined Ji Lingxue's painful expression after drinking this bowl of ginger soup with plenty of ingredients. The anger in her heart also subsided a lot. This was the price she paid for jumping into the water to save the master and almost catching a cold.
A stern voice came from behind, "Zi Su, you are not in the room serving your princess, where are you going?"
Zi Su shuddered suddenly, turned her head to meet Feng's cold eyes, and immediately bowed her head and saluted, "Your servant greets Madam, and your servant has been ordered to bring ginger soup to Princess Chen."
Feng glanced at the soup bowl that Zisu was holding and snorted with disdain, "Qing'er is so kind. That bitch hurt her so badly, but she repaid her evil with kindness." After saying that, she swept her sleeve over the soup bowl, and white powder fell into the bowl and quickly merged with the soup.
Zi Su naturally noticed Feng's little trick, but she lowered her head and pretended she saw nothing.
Feng's mouth curled up in a cruel smile and waved at Zisu, indicating that she could leave.
Shisu walked away quickly with her long eyelashes drooping.
Just when Ji Lingxue finished bathing and changed into clean clothes, Zi Su knocked on the door in a timely manner, "Princess, are you there?"
Ji Lingxue was not surprised at all to hear Zi Su's voice. She turned around to look at herself in the bronze mirror, ruffled her hair and ran to open the door.
Ji Lingxue: "Zi Su, do you have something to talk to me about?"
Zi Su smiled and said, "Princess, my princess specially ordered me to bring you some ginger soup to drive away the cold."
Ji Lingxue glanced at the steaming ginger soup, nodded, and said with a silly smile: "Thank my sister for me, she is so thoughtful." As she said that, she took the bowl of soup as if she was ready to drink it, which made Zi Su's eyes full of nervousness and anticipation.
Just when Zi Su thought that Ji Lingxue would foolishly drink the ginger soup in one breath, Ji Lingxue's hand stopped in mid-air, and the look on her face as if she didn't want to drink it made Zi Su anxious.
Zi Su said, "Princess, drink it quickly. If the ginger soup gets cold, it will have no effect."
Ji Lingxue frowned, touched her stomach and shook her head, "I'm not very thirsty now, I'll put it aside and drink it later."
Zi Su's expectant face disappeared in an instant. Her disappointment was only for a moment. She put on a casual expression and said with a smile: "Okay, Princess, you must drink it. You just fell into the water. Only by drinking ginger soup can you drive away the cold. You must drink it." After giving the instructions, she left unwillingly.
Ji Lingxue nodded pretendingly, "Okay, I understand."
Suddenly, a stone was thrown at Ji Lingxue who was standing at the door, and a cold and contemptuous voice was heard, "Fool!"
The stone brushed past Ji Lingxue's clothes and fell to the ground. Ji Lingxue looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young man in blue sitting on a tree not far away. He looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old, with a healthy wheat-colored complexion and sparkling eyes.
This person is Ji Lingxue's younger brother, Ji Mingyang, the eldest son of the Ji family. When he was six years old, Mingyang traveled thousands of miles to attend school and learn martial arts. He just returned to the capital this year. The Ji family has only this one son, and Ji Baichuan is determined to find a good career for him in the court.
Ji Lingxue looked up at Ji Mingyang, with a sharp light in her eyes, which stunned Ji Mingyang who was about to curse. He curled his lips and said disdainfully: "I haven't seen you for a few years, but you are still so stupid."
Ji Mingyang's gaze fell on the soup bowl in Ji Lingxue's hand intentionally or unintentionally, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Just when he was proud of knowing some important secret, Ji Lingxue raised her hand and pushed the soup bowl forward. A few drops of ginger soup splashed out and happened to fall on the corner of the lips of Ji Mingyang who was sitting proudly on a low branch. He was so scared that his face turned pale instantly and he kept spitting.
(End of this chapter)