"Your Highness!"
Shen Yangge raised his voice slightly, putting on a stern face to make his protest sound more forceful. "This is improper."
"Please do not embarrass your subject any further, Your Highness."
His cheeks were still a little red. His fever had only just subsided, leaving him weak all over. Even when he first realized he was sitting in the Crown Prince's lap, it had taken every ounce of strength he had to jump up.
Once that burst of energy passed, he looked even more sickly.
Chu Xuanzhen said, "Shen Zhuanxie, with me, everything is perfectly proper. Drink your medicine."
Seeing that the matter was going nowhere, Shen Yangge leaned toward the rim of the bowl the instant the other man picked up the medicinal broth again and offered him a spoon. Holding the jade bowl with one hand, he gulped it all down.
Sure enough, when it came to medicine, it was better to get the pain over with!
Bitterness filled his mouth. Shen Yangge fought the urge to grimace. "Your Highness, please put your subject down."
Chu Xuanzhen set the jade bowl aside. Listening to the hesitant softness that illness had unconsciously lent someone's voice, he almost sounded as though he were... acting coy with him.
Then came the inner grumbling that utterly ruined the mood...
[-Oh my god, this medicine is bitter. Why aren't you answering? Put me down already!]
[-Why are you looking at me like that? Did I drink it too fast?]
[-I'm a grown man. Am I supposed to get all precious over drinking some medicine? Tsk.]
Chu Xuanzhen addressed the servants outside the carriage. "Bring a clean set of clothes."
"Yes, Master."
A servant then brought in a pale white set of clothes. The sleeves were a little large, but that was