Lu Liangwei was about to nod in reply when there came a knock on the doors of the bedchamber, followed by Zhao Qian's voice.
"Master, the Empress's medicine is ready."
It was only upon hearing this that Long Yang remembered that Weiwei had to take her medicine, and he promptly said, "Bring it in."
Zhao Qian pushed open the doors and walked in. He brought the medicine to Long Yang without letting his eyes wander.
Long Yang had already sat up. Taking the bowl of medicine, he tested the temperature and found that it was just right. He helped Lu Liangwei up with one arm and brought the bowl to her lips.
"Weiwei, be a good girl and drink your medicine."
Zhao Qian did not dare to raise his head, but he could not help shuddering at the sound of his master's coaxing tone.
Lu Liangwei glanced at Long Yang speechlessly, then whispered, "I can drink it myself."
