Three candles were lit on the table.
Qin Hao poured the potion from the pot, holding the bowl, and walked to the side of the double bed.
The red curtain was pulled aside, revealing a delicate, jade-white hand.
The hand beckoned with a finger, and the queen's voice came from the bed: "Hani, why does it take so long to brew the medicine? I've been waiting impatiently."
Qin Hao smiled wryly: "Taoles, please stop making a fuss."
This bowl of medicine needed a lot of ingredients. Others would probably need a whole day and night to make it. The speed at which he made it was unimaginable even to those master herbalists.
Qin Hao quickly tried to pass the medicine over, but the queen refused to take it and said, "My stomach hurts so much, Hani, you'll have to feed me."
Qin Hao wasn't eager to fall for it and grumbled, "It's already been two days, and you're still hurting? Taoles, you're the Bloody Queen. Qi Di Hai had some skill, but it's not enough to cause you serious harm."
