The Culinary Chronicles of the Court Physician: The Disgraced Princess Consumes Poison to Create Medicine
“I think… I just saw something I shouldn’t have.”
Lan Xin was utterly shaken.
She had planned to return to the attendants’ quarters after delivering a batch of Banlangen tea, but she had received a request for a medical consultation from a Winter Palace attendant and was searching for Fei Ling. Given the time, she figured Fei Ling would also be on her way back from the Spring Palace and decided to take the back corridor.
And just as she had expected, Fei Ling was there.
Up to that point, everything had been fine.
However, she wasn’t alone.
There stood a nobleman, his long hair tied back, clad in purple silk. Though he carried a constant smile, there was something unsettlingly menacing about it—
(Isn’t that… the Crown Prince Zhen?)
To Lan Xin’s disbelief, Zhen rushed up to Fei Ling and wrapped his arms around her delicate shoulders.
“!”
Lan Xin instinctively ducked behind the corner of the corridor.
Her heart pounded so fiercely she thought it might burst.
(W-w-wait, isn’t this… what they call a secret rendezvous?!)
Impossible. No way.
She was so stunned that she nearly toppled over.
As far as Lan Xin knew, Fei Ling was someone entirely devoted to medicine. If given the choice between romance and collecting cicada shells, she’d pick the latter without hesitation.
And yet, here she was, meeting with a man in secret.
Tonight, not just snow—spears might rain from the sky.
But then again, Fei Ling was a young woman of marriageable age.
It wouldn’t be strange for her to fall in love.
If it was a romance that Fei Ling truly desired, Lan Xin wanted to support her with all her heart. She wanted her to find happiness. That feeling was sincere.
(But… why him, of all people?)
She knew she shouldn’t speak ill of someone of such high status, but—he was definitely bad news.
She couldn’t quite explain it, but her instincts were screaming at her.
Just standing near Zhen sent chills down her spine.
It was the same kind of paralyzing cold she had felt last winter when she had been bitten by a venomous centipede.
A man that toxic could never bring Fei Ling happiness.
(What if she’s being deceived?)
Careful not to be noticed, Lan Xin peeked out once more.
The two had already stepped apart.
But before she could breathe a sigh of relief, Zhen’s eyes locked onto hers.
(Oh no—)
Zhen smiled.
With a finger pressed against his lips, he exuded a strange sensuality, yet at the same time, his gesture carried an undeniable sense of warning—“Tell no one.”
Lan Xin shuddered.
Suppressing the urge to scream, she covered her mouth and bolted from the scene like a startled rabbit.
“～～～～!”
(I’m so sorry, Fei Ling…)
Her unspoken words vanished into the twilight sky, swallowed by the drifting clouds of spring.
