"Tell the princess that although Lin Xuan has left, he has never forgotten his promise to her. Tell her to take her medicine on time. When I return next time, I will definitely cure her illness completely."
The maid accepted the medicine bottle, feeling the warm, smooth texture of its surface. She hurriedly bowed respectfully and agreed.
Inside Princess Qingxiang's residence, in the warm chamber.
Princess Qingxiang was wrapped in a thick white fox-fur cloak, her face pale as she reclined against a cushioned couch, staring absently at the falling leaves outside the window.
Naturally, she knew that Lin Xuan had left today. But her body was weak, and unwilling to lose her composure before others, she could only hide here and grieve alone.
"Princess, Young Master Lin sent someone to deliver something." The maid entered, holding the porcelain bottle.
At those words, Qingxiang's dim eyes instantly lit up. She hurriedly sat upright. "Quick... bring it to me!"
When she held the warm white jade bottle in her palm and heard the maid relay those words—"Wait for me. When we meet again, I will cure your illness"—two streams of tears instantly slid down her pale, exquisite face.
She pulled out the stopper, and an unusual fragrance mixed with a faint floral scent wafted into her nose. With just one breath, the coldness that had lingered in her chest for years seemed to fade somewhat.
"You heartless man..."
Qingxiang pressed the medicine bottle tightly against her chest, as though it were Lin Xuan's heartbeat.
She closed her eyes, and a sorrowful yet hopeful smile curved across her lips.
He really had not forgotten me.
Even if he did not come in person, this bottle of medicine and these few words were enough to sustain her through the long years of waiting.