"You guys chat, I'm going to brew the night's medicine."
The man finished speaking, elegantly turned around, and even the wheelchair he was in seemed to be tinged with a touch of worldly elegance.
Yun Ran stared at his back and mentally killed him eight hundred times.
Shen Weixi nodded with a gossip-ridden yet gratified expression, "Not bad, not bad! Prince Qin is really something!"
"After all, he is a prince, there are plenty of servants in his mansion, yet he personally brews and delivers medicine to you, even knows to let me keep you company for amusement, truly considerate and thoughtful!"
"Although he seems a bit aloof with a high and cold demeanor, not too gentle, he does have a heart that is meticulously attentive to you, well, not bad!"
Yun Ran: "..."
[Not bad? That's hardly the case! Never mind anything else, just that bowl of medicine just now, he must have added a lot of Coptis to it!]
[As for how bitter it is, even Lianxin would admit defeat!]
