"That person won't hold out for long."
Chu Ze accepted the medicinal decoction presented by Shang Meinang and placed it aside, sneering as he spoke.
Shang Meinang glanced at the bowl of thick soup and said, "Master, you should drink the medicine first."
Chu Ze gave her a slight glance and said, "Whether I drink it or not makes no real difference."
"If you don't drink it, you won't be able to sleep tonight."
Chu Ze thought to himself, that doesn't really matter, but seeing Shang Meinang about to kneel again and noticing the red streaks in her eyes, he sighed in the end, took up the decoction, and drank it all.
Only then did Shang Meinang break into a wide smile, cheerfully handing over a candied fruit.
Chu Ze picked up a hawthorn piece, holding it in his mouth as he resumed painting the sprawling plum blossom scene on the table.
