Chu Ping finished speaking.
Another bout of urgent coughing sounded.
Qingi held a basket of freshly picked flowers, intending to dry them and make tea for the Princess.
She avoided Chu Ping, saying, "I reminded you to take dicine after you caught a cold last ti, it’s your own fault for not taking it!"
Chu Ping pitifully followed her.
"But no one takes care of , when I got ho, my mother was cold and said I haven’t found her a daughter-in-law yet."
"To add to that, the Xiuluo Guard is so busy, no one is there to brew dicine, I haven’t had ti to take it."
Qingi arranged the flowers, bending over, and said, "Usually, it’s Guoguo who helps you, just go find him again!"
Chu Ping put his hands on his hips, "It’s frustrating to talk about, I don’t know what’s up with that kid Guoguo lately, he’s been out of sorts every day."
"Today he even told the Marquis he wasn’t feeling well and needed a day off, left the palace."
"Who knows where he went to have fun now."
After speaking, Chu Ping helped Qingi to dry the flowers.
After coughing a few tis, he coquettishly said, "Xiao i, can you make dicine for ? I’ll pay you daily."
Qingi picked up the basket, stood up, and glared at him.
"I don’t have ti for that!"
Chu Ping pleaded pitifully, "If you don’t help , what am I going to do..."
Bai Zhi’er heard this and couldn’t help but walk over laughing, "I can assign you a couple of followers, that’ll do!"
Qingi saw Bai Zhi’er return and her face imdiately lit up with a smile.
"Princess, you’re back, the plum blossom jelly is ready for you to enjoy."
Chu Ping also quickly saluted.
Qingi turned to prepare water for Bai Zhi’er to wash her hands.
Before leaving, she urged, "Chu Ping, go attend to your duties quickly, or the Marquis will punish you for any delays!"
Once Qingi went inside, Chu Ping sighed.
He looked at Bai Zhi’er and said mournfully, "Princess, you won’t say a word to help ."
"I nearly had Xiao i agree to make dicine for . Cough, cough..."
Bai Zhi’er looked at him and noted Chu Ping’s sickly appearance.
She smiled and shook her head, "Brother Chu Ping, Sister Qingi is just tough-talking yet soft-hearted, you don’t need to ask, she’ll end up making the dicine for you."
"But you, you should take your dicine properly. Talk to Brother Fu Ce and take a couple of days to rest."
"I think your illness is quite serious, don’t take it lightly."
Chu Ping laughed brightly, "It’s nothing, back in the day following the Marquis into battle, I got a long scar on my thigh, it’s still there, let show you."
He was about to lift his robe when he saw Bai Zhi’er glaring at him.
Chu Ping was startled and quickly put his clothes back down.
"Sorry, Princess, I’m used to joking around with the brothers in the Xiuluo Guard, I ant no disrespect."
"Please don’t tell the Marquis! Spare !"
Bai Zhi’er chuckled, "No wonder Sister Qingi always talks about you, with your unruly ways, when will you manage to marry her!"
Chu Ping jested, "If the Princess grants the marriage, I should marry Xiao i very quickly."
Bai Zhi’er’s sparkling eyes widened, "You wish! Go pursue her with your own skills."
With that, she bid farewell to Chu Ping and turned to enter the hall.
Qingi set out dishes for Bai Zhi’er.
The plum blossom jelly was crystal clear, topped with a bit of osmanthus honey.
It looked delicious.
After washing her hands, Bai Zhi’er tasted it, imdiately feeling her heart blossom with happiness from the sweetness.
Qingi walked to the doorway and watched Chu Ping’s departing figure.
She muttered to herself, "That fool, coughing so much yet still not taking dicine properly."
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