PDLP Chapter 21 There is Musk
Chapter 21 There is Musk
"It's a nice song. Miss Qu is really good at choosing songs." He Tingxi responded.
"Thank you, Your Highness, for the compliment." Qu Xiaowan smiled slightly.
He Tingxi deliberately spread the handkerchief across his legs, wanting to see Qu Xiaowan's reaction.
As a result, Qu Xiaowan just glanced at it and didn't care much.
There was a hint of disappointment in He Tingxi's eyes, but he still managed a smile, "Thank you, Miss Qu Er, for telling me. I won't bother you anymore."
"Then, I will take my leave."
"Yeah." He Tingxi nodded slightly.
Qu Xiaowan bowed briefly and turned to leave.
After seeing Qu Xiaowan leave, He Tingxi took a deep breath, his face full of disappointment. Then, he picked up the handkerchief and put it in his arms.
However, when Ling Xiyue saw Ling Chuchen accept the plaster from He Jingcheng and saw Qu Xiaowan leave, she walked towards He Tingxi.
When she walked to He Tingxi, she saw He Tingxi preparing to put a light pink handkerchief into his arms. Suddenly, she felt that the handkerchief looked familiar. Before she could react, He Tingxi put the handkerchief into his arms.
Seeing this, Ling Xiyue didn't think much about it.
"Your Highness, have you returned?"
He Tingxi glanced at Ling Xiyue and nodded.
Just as he was about to leave, He Jingcheng and Ling Chuchen came over together.
"Royal brother, why did you keep Miss Qu here just now? Do you still want to listen to the music?" He Jingcheng asked with a forced smile.
He Tingxi glanced at He Jingcheng with a calm expression, "I just want to know what song she played."
"Oh, you just want to know what song it is? Well, did you find out?" He Jingcheng looked curious.
"I asked, and it's called White Plum Blossoms Welcoming Spring." He Tingxi said lightly.
"Really? I'll find this song to practice some other day. It's a pretty good piece of music." He Jingcheng said with a smile.
"Yeah." He Tingxi nodded slightly and said nothing more.
"Then, I won't bother you anymore, brother. Goodbye." After saying this, He Jingcheng nodded to Ling Xiyue and Ling Chuchen, then turned and left.
After seeing He Jingcheng walk away, Ling Chuchen handed the plaster that He Jingcheng had given her to Ling Xiyue.
"Sister, this is for you." Ling Chuchen said softly.
Hearing Ling Chuchen speaking so gently to her, Ling Xiyue couldn't help but shudder.
"What is this?" Ling Xiyue also pretended to know nothing.
"This is a hand protection plaster. My sister usually puts this on her hands after playing the piano. It can protect her hands." Ling Chuchen explained patiently with a smile on his face throughout.
"No need, such a good thing should be left to my sister." Ling Xiyue refused directly.
Ling Chuchen was very annoyed when he heard this, but seeing He Tingxi beside him, he had to force a smile.
"This is a gift from the Second Prince. He said we should each have a box. It would be a shame if you don't accept it, right?"
"Given by His Royal Highness the Second Prince? Did he really say he would leave one for me?" Ling Xiyue deliberately confirmed again.
"Yes, I did say that." Ling Chuchen was a little impatient.
"Your Highness, can I accept it?" Ling Xiyue looked at He Tingxi and asked.
"Just accept it." He Tingxi nodded.
"Okay, I'll listen to your highness. Thank you, sister."
Only then did Ling Xiyue accept the ointment from Ling Chuchen's hand.
Seeing this, Ling Chuchen no longer wanted to stay with Ling Xiyue any longer, so she bowed to He Tingxi.
"Your Highness, I will not disturb you any longer."
"Well, go ahead." He Tingxi nodded.
Ling Chuchen glanced at Ling Xiyue and walked out.
Ling Xiyue looked down at the plaster in her hand and couldn't help frowning.
"Let's go back home." He Tingxi said when he saw Ling Xiyue in a daze.
"Okay." After Ling Xiyue came to her senses, she followed He Tingxi and the others and left the banquet hall.
Ling Xiyue, He Tingxi and Shi Hui were sitting in the carriage together.
He Tingxi felt depressed when he thought about Qu Xiaowan. He kept his head down and remained silent.
Ling Xiyue ignored He Tingxi. She took out the ointment Ling Chuchen gave her from her waist, opened the lid of the box, took a look at it, then picked it up habitually, put it under her nose and smelled it carefully.
After smelling it for a while, Ling Xiyue frowned slightly and muttered, "Why is there still musk?"
Ling Xiyue's words instantly awakened He Tingxi. He looked up at Ling Xiyue and confirmed, "You mean musk?"
After hearing He Tingxi's voice, Ling Xiyue put down the box and nodded, "Yes, it's musk."
"You can smell it? Do you know about herbs?" He Tingxi was a little surprised.
"I understand a little bit, because musk is not very friendly to married women, so they are particularly sensitive." Ling Xiyue explained.
He Tingxi was startled, then became curious, and then he stretched out his right hand towards Ling Xiyue, "Let me smell it."
"Okay." Ling Xiyue put the ointment in He Tingxi's hand.
He Tingxi put the plaster under his nose and smelled it carefully. After smelling it for a long time, he couldn't help frowning.
Then, he handed the plaster to Shi Hui beside him and said, "You smell it too."
After Shi Hui took it, he also put it under his nose and smelled it carefully.
He Tingxi waited for a while, and when Shi Hui didn't say anything, he asked, "How is it? Did you smell it?"
Shi Hui returned the plaster to He Tingxi and shook his head, "I don't smell any musk."
After He Tingxi took it, he smelled it again, but still felt nothing.
"I didn't smell it either."
After that, he returned the plaster to Ling Xiyue, "Are you sure it smells like musk?"
Ling Xiyue picked it up and smelled it again, then nodded heavily.
"Yes, absolutely."
After He Tingxi and Shi Hui looked at each other tacitly, He Tingxi couldn't help but feel a little curious about Ling Xiyue.
"You can smell such a faint smell. Just based on this, many people can't do it."
Ling Xiyue suddenly had an idea after hearing this, and suggested: "Your Highness, why don't you give the plaster to the doctor to smell and test the doctor's sensitivity?"
He Tingxi nodded in agreement, "Okay, this is a good suggestion."
Seeing Ling Xiyue closing the ointment and wanting to put it back on her waist, He Tingxi stretched out his right hand again, "If the ointment really has musk, for safety reasons, this thing cannot be kept with you, give it to me?"
After a moment's hesitation, Ling Xiyue placed the ointment on He Tingxi's hand.
"Okay, I'll keep it for you."
Looking at the plaster in his hand, He Tingxi's expression gradually became gloomy.
After he put the plaster on, he didn't say another word. Shi Hui saw what He Tingxi was thinking, but he didn't say anything either. He just looked at He Tingxi silently.
Ling Xiyue didn't pay much attention to He Tingxi. Instead, she was wondering why musk was put in the plaster. Was there some unspeakable secret?
After returning to the mansion, Ling Xiyue went back to her room, took a shower, changed her clothes, and went to bed to rest.
He Tingxi and Shi Hui went to the study and called over Doctor Hu, the most experienced and capable doctor in the mansion.
He Tingxi handed the plaster to Doctor Hu.
"Old Hu, smell it, what are the ingredients in this ointment?" He Tingxi did not state his meaning directly.
Doctor Hu opened the box, put it under his nose and smelled it carefully.