Eunuch Su's Letter

Eunuch Su sighed. The emperor had never liked to take Chinese medicine since he was young, so he always took good care of his body and didn't fall sick easily. However, the recent weather had turned cold too abruptly and he might have fallen sick unknowingly.

Hearing the coughs coming from the room, Eunuch Su's eyes lit up. He suddenly thought of something. Since the emperor didn't like medicine, he would definitely be receptive to that thing!

"You wish to borrow my autumn pear syrup? For my father?"

Eunuch Su thought for a moment. He couldn't recall mentioning the word "borrow"—in fact, he was asking for a bottle…

"But I don't have much to begin with…"

Xiaoyi held his cheeks in distress, his small eyes kept fleeting around.

Eunuch Su looked at Xiaoyi, who was putting on a show. He didn't have a lot of the syrup? Why had he heard from Aunt Zhixia that there were many bottles in the boy's bag when he came back?