After I transmigrated, the cold king clung to me every day.

Chapter 208 "I'll remember this taste!"

Inside the Ninth Prince's Mansion—

At the third watch of the night, all was silent. The moonlight, like frost, coldly bathed the mansion's green tiles and white walls, dividing the courtyard into areas of interwoven light and shadow. Not a breath of wind stirred; even the usually chirping birds were quietly huddled in their nests, fast asleep. The entire mansion seemed shrouded in an invisible veil of tranquility, slumbering in the embrace of the night.

While Murong Yi was fast asleep, Lin Qianqian secretly left the room.

She wore a plain nightgown, and in the moonlight, her figure appeared exceptionally slender. Barefoot, she tiptoed through the corridor, each step taken with utmost care, as if afraid of making the slightest sound.

Her eyes scanned her surroundings warily in the darkness, the moonlight highlighting her tense and focused expression. Finally reaching the kitchen, she gently pushed open the wooden door. The soft creak sounded particularly jarring in the quiet night, causing her to freeze instantly. Only after confirming that no one had been awakened did she slowly step into the kitchen.

Lin Qianqian went to the stove, placed a packet of medicine to stabilize the pregnancy on it, and then gently opened the packet. By the faint moonlight streaming in through the window, she carefully examined the herbs inside. "This is perilla stem, which can regulate qi and stabilize the pregnancy… This is dodder seed, which nourishes the kidneys and replenishes essence, beneficial for the stability of the fetus…"

She murmured softly, and with each medicinal herb she mentioned, the corresponding pharmacological knowledge would come to mind.

After identifying the medicinal herbs, she started a fire to brew the medicine. The flames licked the bottom of the pot, making a soft crackling sound.

As time passed, a unique medicinal aroma gradually wafted from the pot. The aroma was initially delicate, with a hint of herbal freshness, but then the subtle medicinal scent grew stronger, the aromas of various herbs intertwining to create a complex and unique flavor.

After the medicine was brewed, Lin Qianqian turned off the heat and placed the medicine pot on the table beside her. She leaned forward slightly, brought her nose close to the pot, and gently inhaled the rising steam.

Her brow furrowed slightly, then slowly relaxed, trying to imprint this unique scent deeply into her memory. "This fragrance of perilla, mixed with the subtle sweetness of angelica, I must remember it..." she murmured to herself.

Lin Qianqian held the medicine bowl, her gaze fixed on the dark-colored medicine for preventing miscarriage. She took a deep breath, as if to encourage herself. She closed her eyes slightly, tilted her head back, and poured the medicine into her mouth.

The moment the medicine touched the tip of the tongue, a strong and complex flavor exploded on the taste buds.

The bitterness, like fine needles, quickly pierces the entire tongue, followed by the unique sweet and fishy taste of angelica. The two intertwine, creating a taste storm in the mouth.

Her brows furrowed instantly, her features contorted at the smell. Her throat instinctively resisted, but she forced herself to swallow the medicine in large gulps.

As she swallowed, the bitter taste traveled down her throat, and her nasal cavity was filled with the smell of medicine, making her want to vomit. Finally managing to swallow the last mouthful, she quickly grabbed the water beside her and gulped down several mouthfuls, trying to wash away the lingering taste in her mouth.

She pressed her lips tightly together, her tongue swirling around in her mouth in an attempt to dispel the lingering taste of the medicine, but the taste stubbornly clung to her tongue.

She frowned slightly, a hint of helplessness and reminiscence on her face. She thought to herself, "I must remember this feeling; it will be very useful in the future."

Lin Qianqian was completely absorbed in the unique sensory world of the pregnancy-stabilizing medicine. She gently closed her eyes, her nostrils flaring slightly, as if savoring the finest tea, capturing every subtle change in the aroma.

As the medicinal juice glides across the tongue, its intense bitterness bursts forth instantly, like crushed coptis chinensis in the mouth, domineeringly occupying all taste buds. But beneath this bitterness, subtle hints of sweetness quietly emerge, like a hidden sprite in the shadows, elusive and playful.

As you swallow, the medicine flows down your throat, the warm sensation and unique taste accompanying it as it slides into your stomach.

She savored it repeatedly, her tongue exploring every last trace of flavor in her mouth. Each time she tasted it, the flavor became even more etched in her memory. After a long while, she slowly opened her eyes, a look of certainty flashing in them, and murmured softly, "This flavor, I've remembered it."

Lin Qianqian tilted the medicine pot slightly, and the residue of the boiled medicine for preventing miscarriage dripped onto the spread-out paper. The residue was wet, with the soft and unique color of the herbs after being boiled, including finely chopped perilla stems, powdered atractylodes macrocephala, and some swollen dodder seeds.

She stared intently at the residue, her movements gentle and careful, as if afraid of missing anything. Then she gently folded the paper in half, then in half again, and carefully wrapped it up.

Then, she lifted her wide sleeve and carefully placed the paper packet containing the crumbs inside. The packet settled firmly against her forearm. She moved her arm slightly to make sure it wouldn't fall off before lowering her sleeve.

After doing all this, Lin Qianqian slowly straightened up, her eyes warily scanning her surroundings.

Moonlight streamed through the kitchen window, casting dappled shadows on the floor, making objects in the corners appear indistinct in the hazy moonlight.

She strained her ears, not missing a single sound; apart from a few chirping insects in the distance, the surroundings were completely silent.

She took a step, each step light and steady, her toes touching the ground first, then her heels slowly landing, trying not to make a sound.

Reaching the doorway, she turned back again to make sure she hadn't left any trace before carefully pushing open the kitchen door, slipping out sideways, and quickly disappearing into the night.