In the end...
Under Cui Zhao'an's suspicious gaze, Chu Wenzong swallowed a pill with the air of a man who had nothing left to live for.
Fortunately, the medicine had no particular taste and dissolved the moment it entered his mouth.
"Imperial Brother, how do you feel now?"
Chu Wenzong desperately wanted to snap, "Not any better," and keep clutching his head and crying out in pain, but his mouth answered for him first. "Pretty good. I feel like I could go out and run a few laps without any trouble."
Chu Wenzong's eyes widened another notch.
"Oh~" Chu Youning grinned slyly. "Then... how exactly did you fall ill, Imperial Brother?"
"You have the nerve to ask? I wasn't sick to begin with! If you hadn't taken my..." The words spilled out beyond his control, and Chu Wenzong instantly sat up and clapped a hand over his mouth.
As a result, all Chu Youning and Cui Zhao'an could hear was some indistinct mumbling.
[What the heck? I took your what? I only just got back from the south. What could I possibly have done to you?]
[Don't tell me you faked being sick because you blame me for not taking good care of your mother, you brat?]
But... none of that mattered anymore.
Chu Youning looked at him with a bright smile. "Oh my, so you weren't sick after all, Imperial Brother~ Still, the medicine the Divine Healer gave me seems to work quite well. If you fall ill again later, Imperial Sister-in-law, remember to give him another pill."
"Such precious medicine. Thank you, Yu'er."
Cui Zhao'an looked at Chu Youning with an especially gentle smile.
"By the way, Yu'er, could I trouble you with something?"
"Please go ahead, Imperial Sister-in-law."
Having achieved her goal and confirmed that Chu Wenzong