"Yes." The guard outside the door responded in a low voice, then opened the door and walked in with a bowl of medicine.
"Your Highness, Princess." The guard took the medicine, walked to the bed, and bowed to the two of them respectfully.
Ye Qiqi nodded towards him and said, "Okay, give it to me."
"Yes." The guard carefully handed the medicine bowl in his hand to Ye Qiqi, then saluted again, turned around and went out.
Before going out, he even closed the door for them.
Ye Qiqi held the medicine bowl in his hand and handed it to Mo Hanqing: "Here, take the medicine."
A pungent smell of Chinese medicine instantly lingered in Mo Hanqing's breath.
He frowned slightly, then turned his face to the bed and said in a calm voice: "No."
"Why??" Ye Qiqi raised her eyebrows at him and said, "If you don't take medicine, your illness will not be cured."
"Isn't it just a little cold?" Mo Hanqing said to her in a calm voice: "Just lie down and rest for a night."
"But you're still having a fever." Ye Qiqi kept him from turning his head, so he put the medicine bowl in his hand on the cabinet next to the bed, then stretched out his hand and turned his head towards her. He said seriously: "If you don't take medicine, your illness will not be cured."
Mo Hanqing lowered his eyes slightly, looking at Ye Qiqi's serious look in front of him, he was silent for a moment, and then said: "I won't eat."
"Why??" Ye Qiqi looked at him with some confusion.
"It tastes bad."
“…”
Ye Qiqi was speechless for a moment. She blinked her big black and white eyes and stared at him for a long time. Finally, she couldn't help but asked narrowly: "Your Highness, are you... afraid of suffering?"
“…”
Mo Hanqing's body froze for a moment, but the next second, she turned her head silently and continued to look at the wall inside the bed without answering her question.
"If you don't speak, you are acquiescing." Ye Qiqi looked at his silent back and couldn't help laughing.
Unexpectedly, His Royal Highness Prince Jing'an, who has always been aloof, would be afraid of drinking medicine. If this matter were told, I don't know how many people would laugh out loud.
"No." When Mo Hanqing heard her words, he turned around, looked at her with a pair of deep eyes and said, "I just don't like it."
"There is always a reason for not liking anything." Ye Qiqi still smiled brightly and said: "Like me, I don't like ginger because it is spicy and unpalatable. So, Your Highness, you say you don't like it. The reason why I take medicine is not because I feel that the medicine makes me cry and taste bad."
“…”
Mo Hanqing looked at her silently and didn't even speak to refute for a moment.
After a while, he asked in a low voice: "Is it funny?"
These four simple words immediately stopped Ye Qiqi's bright smile.
"Ahem, it's not very funny." Ye Qiqi quickly suppressed the smile on her face, forced herself to put on a serious look, picked up the bowl of medicine on the cabinet again, and handed it to Mo Hanqing's mouth Bian said: "Drink the medicine quickly, it won't be good if you get cold."
"I won't drink it." Mo Hanqing tilted his head and looked at the bowl of medicine with a disgusted expression.
“…”
Ye Qiqi narrowed his eyes and said to him with a hint of danger in his voice: "If you don't drink, I will use force!"
You know, when she was still young, she refused to take the medicine, but her grandfather had a hundred ways to make her drink the medicine obediently.