The Princess’ Shadow Guard Cannot Be Too Clever

up at the sky, as if hoping to quell the sourness welling up in her heart.
Finally, she reluctantly and resignedly said, “Whatever.”

“Ming Qin has grown up, and I can’t control you anymore, my junior sister.”

At Changning Palace.

A woman lies on a bed with hair as black as night, devoid of even a single grey strand.
From afar, she appears elderly, but upon closer inspection, her closed eyes and eyebrows reveal a striking beauty, and her face is devoid of wrinkles.
However, her pale and frail appearance only elicits pity.

At the foot of the bed, a tiger rests, occasionally swishing its tail back and forth.

Despite her comatose state, the woman’s body is being meticulously cared for.
Even in the dry autumn weather, her lips remain moist due to the careful application of lipstick.

The woman’s hands were covered in hand cream as Ming Qin held her soft fingertips, carefully filing her nails before applying a rosy lipstick.

Yan Yan had a love for beauty, and Ming Qin was fully aware of it.
If she woke up and found that she had lost her grace, it would surely make her unhappy.

Despite not being skilled at this task, Ming Qin was doing it with a focused expression, determined to carry out the task with precision.

“…Qin Qin.”

“…Qin Qin, Qin Qin.”

“Qin Qin!”

Startled by Song Shu Qing’s shouting, Ming Qin paused her work and turned to look at the person who called her.

“What are you doing? I knocked several times and called out to you for so long,” Song Shu Qing said as she handed the medicine bowl to Ming Qin, clearly frustrated.

But then Song Shu Qing suddenly stopped talking halfway through her sentence.
“Could it be that you can’t hear me anymore? How is that possible? What kind of crappy poison is this?” she asked, looking at Ming Qin anxiously and wanting to check on her.

“It’s not that, don’t worry,” Ming Qin smiled and brushed off Song Shu Qing’s hand as it reached for her ear.
“I was just too focused and didn’t hear you, and my right ear hasn’t been working well since it was cut off.”

Half-believing, Song Shu Qing was about to say something, but Ming Qin’s question interrupted her.

“How’s the progress with Master? It’s been seven days,” Ming Qin asked with an uneasy expression.

“The doctors at the hospital are doing their best,” Song Shu Qing replied, but it was as if she hadn’t answered at all.

Ming Qin lowered her eyes and didn’t say much.
“I see,” she said quietly.

She took a small bamboo tube from her pocket, which was the size of her little finger.
Song Shu Qing instructed her junior sister to hold the unconscious woman’s neck and slowly inserted the tube into Murong Yan’s slightly open mouth until it reached her throat.

“Be gentle,” Ming Qin said worriedly, furrowing her brow as she held her beloved.
“Don’t hurt her.”

“I am being gentle! Don’t be so nervous all the time,” Song Shu Qing said, rolling her eyes at her overly worried junior sister, as she slowly poured the medicine into the bamboo tube.

Since her return to the capital, her junior sister, whose desire to protect was excessive, seemed to have gone crazy.

She would get extremely nervous whenever someone touched the Princess, afraid that she would be hurt.

She was fine with herself and the imperial doctors, but if a stranger entered the room, she would react fiercely, guarding the princess like a tiger and staring at them as if ready to attack.

At first, she was confused and almost hit the princess’s brother, General Changsheng Murong Can, mistaking him for a bad person.
The two of them ended up smashing several rockeries in the courtyard.

If it weren’t for their master coming out to stop her, her tense junior sister might have broken the man’s arm before giving up.

As Song Shu Qing slowly pulled out the tube, she casually asked, “Do you need any help with the care you have to do later? How long has it been since you’ve slept?”

“No, I can handle it myself,” Ming Qin decisively shook her head.
“I’m not sleepy.”

She wiped away the brown medicine that had dribbled out of the woman’s mouth, slowly lowering the person in her arms, her gaze filled with indescribable attachment.

“Okay,” Ming Qin responded softly.

Looking at her junior sister, whose eyes seemed to be evolving into panda eyes, Song Shu Qing felt a little helpless but didn’t want to persuade her anymore.

After packing up, the woman silently turned around and elegantly left, her back facing Ming Qin.
Her hand didn’t pause as she opened the door, but suddenly she spoke out tentatively, “Um…”

“About the antidote for the Princess…”

The volume was not low, yet the person behind her showed no reaction.

As expected.

Qin Qin is a liar.

A big liar!

Song Shu Qing was tempted to turn around and curse, to grab the person by the collar and make her see reason.
She wanted to shake her deeply sentimental junior sister and force her to face the harsh reality.

However, in the end, the woman did nothing.
She merely opened the door and walked away quickly.