"Ahem..."
At those words, Yang Qing coughed softly a few times.
Though irritation stirred in Jiang Zhizhou's heart, he could not bear to reproach him harshly. He pressed Yang Qing back down onto the Soft Couch.
"Tell me, what exactly is wrong with your health?"
Jiang Zhizhou's gaze was full of concern, with a trace of vexation mixed in.
Only now had he learned of Yang Qing's condition.
"It's nothing. Just an old ailment."
Yang Qing changed the subject. "Why did you come to Capital City?"
Hadn't he told him to keep an eye on the situation in Yan Prefecture?
Jiang Zhizhou glared at him. "How much longer do you intend to keep fobbing me off?"
With that, he took a small porcelain bottle from inside his robe. "You recognize this, surely?"
The porcelain bottle was no different from the one Phantom Shadow had given Yang Qing on Yan Mountain.
"Where did you get that?"
At the sight of the porcelain bottle, Yang Qing's expression finally changed a little.
He reached out to take the bottle back, but Jiang Zhizhou stopped him.
"Bu Er, bring some water."
Ignoring Yang Qing, Jiang Zhizhou addressed Bu Er instead.
Bu Er glanced at Yang Qing, answered, then went outside to fetch a cup of water and handed it to Jiang Zhizhou.
Taking the water, Jiang Zhizhou looked at Yang Qing. "How do you take this medicine?"
Yang Qing silently took the teacup, then asked Jiang Zhizhou for two pills. He dissolved them in the water and drained it in one gulp.
The pills must have been unbearably bitter. Even Yang Qing's usually composed face twisted slightly.
Fortunately, he soon suppressed it.
Once he had watched him swallow all the medicine, Jiang Zhizhou took a few candied fruits from a small jar beside the