"Who told her to force-feed me the medicine? She failed to get it down me, but passed out from the fumes first..." Zhu Daohe said with a wry smile. I slapped my forehead and said, "You came from a military background, so you've got a tough, resilient constitution. She's a pampered young lady from a noble household, delicate as a flower. How could she stand this smell?"
"Who told her to meddle in the first place?" Zhu Daohe snorted. I saw that she was still avoiding my gaze, so I asked, "And then? She couldn't have merely passed out from the fumes, right?"
"This... this... You can't get angry and scold me after I tell you." Zhu Daohe hesitated.
"Mm, go on." I shook my head helplessly. Zhu Daohe was somewhat impatient by nature, but she absolutely never did anything bad. She was a good girl overflowing with justice. Zhu Dao Essence, on the other hand, had plenty of little tricks. Back then, she had always shown me countless small, touching details that were impossible to forget—her gentle, refined bearing, steeped in poetic charm and picturesque grace.
Before Zhu Daohe could finish speaking, Hu Qingya suddenly laughed and said, "I can't take it anymore. You two play here by yourselves. I'll go out first."
"What's wrong?" I hurriedly asked.
Zhu Daohe stopped hiding it, yet still answered with deep remorse. "It's just... after Sister fainted... I took the medicine she had used to force-feed me and forced it down her throat instead, making her undergo the tribulation ahead of time. She suffered quite a bit."
I froze for a moment, then was both amused and exasperated. This was clearly Zhu Daohe's style, but I could also imagine how disheveled that slightly sly noble young lady, Zhu Dao Essence, must have