"Soaking in fragrant soup?
Alright, alright!
Your subordinate hasn't soaked in fragrant soup for a long time!"
Yan Tinghao, who had been following on horseback, trotted over eagerly, chiming in.
Just as Lin Qingge, feeling something was amiss, was about to speak, Murong Bai cut in ahead of her.
"The plague is also a disaster. It's true that we should bathe with mugwort to ward off bad luck.
Don't you agree, Lord Lin?"
"Yes, yes, I suppose so."
Lin Qingge nodded subconsciously, then wished she could slap herself.
Meanwhile, Murong Bai sighed, feigning difficulty. "Since Lord Lin says so, I have no choice but to accept your kind invitation, however reluctantly."
...
Lin Qingge, with ten thousand alpacas stampeding in her heart, desperately wanted to say, 'You really don't have to.'
But Lin Moyuan, sitting regally to the side, also piped up to join the fun, saying with concern:
"Lord Lin is frail and weak. He might feel dizzy and weak the first time he soaks in fragrant soup. It would be better to reconsider."
You, you…
She looked up and met a pair of cold, beautiful eyes devoid of warmth.
She heard the owner of those beautiful eyes say, her voice colder than her gaze, word by word:
"I don't like my things being seen by just any cat or dog.
So, if you know what's good for you, scram!"
"Uh..."
Yan Tinghao, feeling as though he had walked to the gates of hell and back, marveled at Madam Lin's possessiveness, then picked up the young master Lin Zimou with newfound resolve and walked steadily towards where Master Hua and the others were.
"Tsk, Madam Lin is indeed a heroine among women, truly admirable.
But I wonder if Lord Lin's rather delicate physique can withstand it~"
Hua Jinrong said, fanning himself, then took out a piece of candy from his pocket and bent down to offer it to Lin Zimou. "Poor Mo'er, your parents are true love, and you're just an accident~
Come, your brother will take you for a nice bath~"
Although his mouth was full of a sugar figurine, Lin Zimou still accepted the tempting-looking piece of candy and said with a sweet smile:
"Thank you, Uncle!"
...
Hua Jinrong's expression shattered for a moment.
"Hmph, just like someone else, not cute at all~"
He muttered softly, then reached out and pinched the little doll's fair and tender cheek.
This earned him two identical cold stares, one from a grown-up and one from a child.
And on the other side.
Lin Qingge, having successfully escaped the crisis and brazenly slipped into the women's changing room, curiously asked Leng Ningyue beside her:
"Madam, what did you just say to those women?"