The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Jiang Nanyan looked at the bowl of black concoction in his hand, her whole face became bitter.

"Do you want to drink all of these?" Jiang Nanyan asked with a look of horror.

That bowl of steaming medicine was as black as ink, so it must be very bitter.

Jiang Nanyan suspected that if she really drank all of them, she would be so bitter that she would spit out all her bile.

Huang Fulian saw through her thoughts at a glance, smiled, and said softly, "Yan'er, this medicine is not bitter."

"You lied! It's so dark, how could it not be bitter?" Jiang Nanyan stared at Huang Fulian, and flinched back a bit.

"It's really not bitter." Huang Fulian said, in order to prove that her words were not false, she put the cold medicine in the spoon into her mouth, and swallowed it in front of Jiang Nanyan.

"This king didn't lie to you, it's really not bitter at all." Huang Fulian said earnestly, and then scooped up some soup and brought it to Jiang Nanyan's mouth, "Hey, drink it while it's hot, if it's cold, it won't work gone."

Jiang Nanyan stared at Huangfulian for a long while, making sure that the expression on his face hadn't changed, and finally opened her mouth to drink the spoonful of black medicine.

However, in the next second, her whole face was wrinkled from the stimulation of the sudden bitter taste in her mouth.

Tears also quickly welled up in the eyes.