No Wedding Unless Enemies and Lovers

Zi Su carried the ginger soup with added ingredient out of the kitchen with a smile, images of Ji Ling Xue suffering after drinking this ginger soup filled with ingredients floated in her mind, the anger in her heart had diminished quite a bit, this was the price for causing her to almost catch a cold from going into the water to save her mistress. 

A strict voice came from behind her, “Zi Su, you're not in the room serving your princess, where are you going?”

Taken by surprise Zi Su shivered, turning her head she faced madam Feng's cold gaze, immediately lowering her head in greeting, “This servant greets madam, this servant is delivering ginger soup to princess Chen under orders.”

Madam Feng looked at the bowl of soup in Zi Su's hands, giving a cold snort in distain, “Qing Er really is kind hearted, that wretch caused her so much harm, yet she return good for evil.” Having spoken she swept her sleeve over the soup, white powder sprinkled into the bowl rapidly mixing in with the soup.

Of course Zi Su noticed madam Feng's slight action, she pretended to have seen nothing with her head lowered.

Madam Feng's lips raised into a cruel smile, waving Zi Su away, indicating she can leave. 

Zi Su quickly left with her eyes lowered.

Just when Ji ling Xue had finished bathing and had changed into clean clothes, Zi Su knocked on the door of her room, “Princess, are you in?”

Ji Ling Xue wasn't surprised at all to hear Zi Su's voice, she glanced at herself in the copper mirror, messing her hair up she ran to open the door.

Ji Ling Xue: “Zi Su, why did you come to find me?”

Zi Su smiled saying: “Princess, my princess specially ordered me to bring this ginger soup to you to expel the cold.”

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Ji Ling Xue glanced at the steaming ginger soup, nodding, she giggled: “Thank my sister for me, she is so caring.” As she spoke she held the bowl as if she was about to drink it, seeing Zi Su's eyes were filled with nervousness and anticipation.

Just when Zi Su felt Ji Ling Xue would foolishly drink the ginger soup in one go, Ji Ling Xue's hand stopped mid-air, looking like she was going to drink it but not made Zi Su impatient.

Zi Su said: “Princess quickly drink it, when ginger soup turns cold, it won't have effect.”

Ji Ling Xue frowned, rubbing her belly she shook her head saying: “I'm not very thirsty right now, I'll leave it to drink later.”

The anticipation which filled Zi Su's face vanished in an instant, her disappointment was only for a moment, she then put on an easy-going expression smiling saying: “Fine, princess you must drink it, you fell into the water, drinking ginger soup can expel the cold, you must drink it.” After urging she could only leave.

Ji Ling Xue insincerely nodded, “OK, I understand.” 

Suddenly a stone came flying at Ji Ling Xue standing in the doorway, followed by a cold voice filled with distain, “Fool!” The stone brushed past Ji Ling Xue's clothes falling onto the floor, Ji Ling Xue looked towards the voice, not too far away a young man sat in a tree, twelve or thirteen years old, healthy wheat coloured skin, a pair of glistening eyes.

This person was Ji Ling Xue's younger brother, Ji residence's son of the first wife Ji Ming Yang, when Ji Ming Yang was six years old he travelled thousands of miles away to find a master and learn martial arts, he just returned to the capital this year, Ji residence only had this one son, Ji Bai Chuan wholeheartedly wanted to plan for him to have an official career in the court.

Ji Ling Xue raised her head towards Ji Ming Yang, a sharpness hidden in her eyes, distracting Ji Ming Yang who still wanted to scold her, he curled his lips in distain saying: “Not having seen you for so many years you're still a fool.”

Ji Ming Yang's gaze intentionally fell on the bowl in Ji Ling Xue's hand, an evil smile appearing on his lips, while he was proud of himself for knowing some secret, Ji Ling Xue pushed the bowl forward, a few drops of ginger soup splashed out, coincidentally falling onto the lips of Ji Ming Yang sitting on a low branch proud of himself, scaring him for a moment that he turned pale, continuously spitting.