Qingqiu Garden.
Lady Chi leaned against the large pillow.
Xique handed the fetus-preserving medicine sent by Xingxing to Lady Chi.
The bitter scent of the medicine spread.
Smelling it, Xique could already sense the bitterness of the medicine.
Xingxing, fearing Lady Chi might find it too bitter, said, "My lady had an injury, so she couldn't make the medicine into pills."
"Drink it for two days first, later when it's made into pills it won't be bitter."
Although Lady Chi and the person in Young Master Zhao's portrait looked different.
Xingxing always treated her as Young Master Zhao's birth mother.
Lady Chi was someone she admired.
To endure through such a severe injury.
If she wasn't afraid of bringing up painful memories, Xingxing really wanted to ask about it.
Each time words reached her lips, she swallowed them back down.
Xingxing felt a bit stifled.
Lady Chi didn't frown, took the bowl of medicine, removed her veil, and drank it in one go.
