The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

A man came out from the West Pavilion. Xie Lin, who was wearing a black brocade robe, glanced at Meng Xuanhe and Yan Chengan.

He didn't pay attention to their whispers, so he didn't know what they said.

Xie Lin simply thought that it was stupid to get drunk. When emotions took over, it was difficult to think rationally about countermeasures.

"Xiaoqi."

Just as Xie Lin was about to turn around and go back to the house, he heard a girl's drawn-out voice behind him.

Meng Xuan was not as crazy as Yan Chengan, so she still had some residual consciousness, but it could be considered as non-existent. After all, she even thought she was walking in a straight line.

She staggered towards Xie Lin, her steps twisted and unsteady.

Xie Lin just stood there and looked at her coldly, not even showing any intention to go forward and help her.

When he reached in front of Xie Lin, Meng Xuanhe suddenly lost his balance and fell down head-heavy.

Xie Lin frowned and took a step back inconspicuously to prevent her from falling on him.

Meng Xuanhe fell straight onto the lawn. Fortunately, the soft grass cushioned him and he wasn't seriously injured. He just had a big bump on his forehead the next day.

"You, you, you, why don't you catch me?"

Meng Xuanhe lay on the grass, looked up at Xie Lin, and questioned him through gritted teeth.

Her voice was long and distant, full of drunkenness, causing the man in front of her to secretly raise his eyebrows.

"Do you know who I am?" Xie Lin turned around and didn't look at her, and asked leisurely.

But no one responded to him in the silent and deserted forest, and the girl who was originally speaking suddenly fell silent.

Xie Lin became impatient and turned to look at Meng Xuanhe.

On the lawn, the girl was lying flat on the ground, sleeping in the moonlight. She could hear her even breathing. Perhaps the conversation she had just had was just a dream.

Xie Lin snorted coldly, turned around and left without looking back, slamming the door of the West Pavilion shut, feeling indescribably irritated.

When Meng Xuanhe woke up the next day, he seemed to have lost all memory. His memory only stopped after the conversation with Yan Chengan. He had no idea what happened in the West Pavilion afterwards.

When she woke up, Yan Cheng'an and Yan Liujing had already left the princess's mansion. They thought Meng Xuanhe was sleeping, so they didn't disturb her.

So she slept on the lawn in front of the West Pavilion all night!

It was because Nanny Wen couldn't find the princess that she started looking everywhere. When Meng Xuanhe woke up, she was in a daze because of the dizziness caused by the hangover.

"Princess, why did you sleep on the grass all night? You will catch a cold if you catch a cold."

Nanny Wen went to bed early last night and only discovered this when she woke up in the morning.

"A-choo." Meng Xuanhe shuddered unconsciously.

How can I not catch a cold after sleeping on the lawn in the yard all night?

Meng Xuanhe rubbed his nose and his voice was heavily nasal.

She was a little surprised. It was fine if Nanny Wen had fallen asleep early and didn't notice it. But there were people coming and going in the princess's mansion. Even if there were few people in the West Pavilion, there shouldn't be no ghosts at all.

She unconsciously looked at Xie Lin's door, which was still tightly closed, and there seemed to be no sign that Xie Lin had come out.

Nanny Wen helped Meng Xuanhe back to the main hall. The maids outside the main hall were very surprised to see Meng Xuanhe coming back from outside.

"Greetings, Her Royal Highness the Princess." The maids bowed, but they were confused.

They took a nap last night and saw Xie Lin coming out of the main hall and telling them that the princess had gone to bed. They didn't think much about it and thought that Xie Lin had helped the princess back to her room.

Just looking at the princess's appearance today, it seems like she slept in the yard all night.

The maids were trying to figure out what was going on in their minds. Meng Xuanhe didn't ask, and they didn't say anything about it.

"Go and get Dr. Li Qing."

Nanny Wen quickly gave orders to the servants. Meng Xuanhe felt a sore throat and sat on the bed in silence.

The maids hurriedly went to ask for the imperial physician, and Meng Xuanhe sighed helplessly. Although colds were common, there were no pills in ancient times, and people had to rely on bitter Chinese medicine to treat illnesses.

Li Qing rushed over, took Meng Xuanhe's pulse, and wrote a prescription for Nanny Wen.

"Princess, please have someone boil these medicines for you to take. Although a cold is a minor matter, we cannot delay taking it." Li Qing said seriously.

Since she started working for the Princess's Mansion, the Princess rarely got sick. Recently, she had caught two colds in a row, which forced Li Qing to take it seriously, thinking it was a relapse.

Meng Xuanhe nodded, understanding Li Qing's instructions.

Her forehead was already burning, and Nanny Wen took a cool, wet handkerchief and covered it with it.

There is no other way. Living in ancient times, we can only use this method.

My head was dizzy and my body felt cold even under the quilt. My limbs were weak and sore, as if I had been in a fight last night.

"Princess, just have some peace of mind and get some sleep. Just keep yourself covered." Nanny Wen felt a little distressed. She tucked the quilt in for her carefully and stayed beside Meng Xuanhe to take care of her closely.

"Sure enough, alcohol is the cause of the problem."

Meng Xuanhe fell asleep in a daze, and suddenly smelled a misty scent in his dream.

It smells like the cold air on a clear winter day, or like the hot soapy smell after a thin ray of sunshine.

It’s an indescribable feeling that makes people both worried and relieved.

Meng Xuanhe was immersed in a dream, surrounded by the fragrance. He slept for a whole day and night and never woke up.

Just as Li Qing was hurrying towards Meng Xuanhe's room with the medicine box, this scene happened to be seen by Xie Lin.

A hint of hesitation flashed across his narrow and long almond-shaped eyes. Is Meng Xuanhe sick?

That’s right. I was blown by the wind in the West Courtyard all night last night. It would be strange if I didn’t catch a cold.

He felt an indescribable confusion in his heart, which prevented him from concentrating on his work the whole afternoon.

After finishing dinner, he finally stepped out of the West Pavilion and walked towards Meng Xuan and the main hall.

No matter what, Meng Xuanhe's cold was closely related to him. He went to see Meng Xuanhe only because he felt a little uncomfortable, so it had nothing to do with anything else.

Xie Lin comforted himself in this way.

If someone who knew the Third Prince heard his thoughts like this, they would probably laugh their heads off. A cold-faced and heartless person like Xie Lin would actually have a day when he would feel guilty.

Xie Lin's hand had already covered the wooden door of Meng Xuanhe's room. Just as he was about to push it open, the wooden door opened from the inside.

Meng Xuanhe opened the door with both hands and looked at Xie Lin with a hint of vigilance and doubt.

Her little face was not made up but was as gentle as jade, her cherry lips were soft and tender but red without any makeup, and she still had such a clear and delicate appearance.

But Xie Lin felt that she was different from last night.

Meng Xuanhe's eyes, which were once filled with spiritual energy, lost their agility at this moment, and instead, he glanced at Xie Lin with vigilance and sharpness.

"Why are you here?" Meng Xuanhe frowned, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Xie Lin took this hint of disdain into his eyes and clenched his fists in his sleeves without making a sound.

He laughed at himself. Ever since he met Meng Xuanhe in Bianjing City that day, her bravery and decisiveness left a deep impression on Xie Lin.

In the past few days, the girl's dashing figure, her powerful words, and even her every frown and smile have been lingering in his mind.

He thought that Meng Xuanhe might really be different from what was rumored.

Even though she had poisoned him with the golden and silver butterfly Gu, he was still wondering if he should give her a chance, a chance to get to know her thoroughly.