Once the Imperial Physician left, Yu Zhen ordered the servants to bring in their morning meal. It quickly came for no one dared to starve them. After a joyous meal, the tonic was boiled and served to Li Xueyue.
"It seems bitter," Yu Zhen commented. He lifted the teacup, examining the pungent drink.
"Really? I couldn't tell," Li Xueyue remarked. She watched as he blew on the drink, cooling it down for her.
Yu Zhen raised a brow. "You decide to be sarcastic as I'm helping you?"
"But I didn't ask for your help," she snapped, suddenly irritable by his question. She took the cup from his hand and placed it down.
Not a second later, she felt remorse for her abrupt attitude.
Li Xueyue turned his hand over to reveal his palm."What if you burn your fingers?" she worriedly said.
Her forefinger traced over the prominent lines, knowing they meant something.
Yu Zhen raised a brow. "It takes more than boiling tea in a cup to hurt me."
