Xiao Linshuang snickered, patted Zhao Hongyan's shoulder like brothers, and said, "You've got good taste! But you see, the stuff from Fuman Building isn't the tastiest either, compared to my big sister's cooking there's still... cough, cough, why does my throat suddenly feel so uncomfortable, cough, water, need water."
Frantically scrambling for the teacup on the table, Xiao Linshuang was about to cry from her own stupidity; she had agreed not to mention her big sister, so why did she let it slip? Oh no, how clumsy of her!
Zhao Hongyan thought she was really choking on her own saliva and helped her with the water, while Eunuch Chang watched, agape. The Sixth Prince, pampered by Consort Tian in the imperial palace, had never poured water for anyone, not even for his own mother!
"How about now, how about now? Feeling better?"
