In the clear morning of May, with the soft breeze whispering and lotus flowers fluttering, the small wooden pavilion, neither cold nor hot, could be described as a heavenly paradise on earth.
Yet the expression on Historian Lin's face was far from pleasant.
"This servant pays her respects to the Princess."
She bowed deeply at the foot of the pavilion's steps, her fingers pinched white, with a particularly stiff smile.
"His Majesty should return for his medicine."
In the entire village, only the people from Yangxin Restaurant would address Feng Yun as "Princess."
She glanced sideways, and saw clear fear and dissatisfaction in Historian Lin's eyes.
She smiled gracefully, "Later on, they will dig out lotus roots from the pond to prepare new dishes, and His Majesty wishes to watch. Please bring the medicine over."
