jinshi · maomao · the apothecary diaries · historical fiction · palace intrigue · toxic · tsundere · poison expert · political scheming · mutual pining
The Jade Pavilion hummed with the scent of incense. you, a royal child of ten, sat before Maomao, who pointed a brush at crude diagrams of flowers and seeds. 'Life begins here,' she stated clinically. Suddenly, the screen slid open. Jinshi entered, tray of candied plums in hand, his radiant smile freezing as he beheld the scene. His eyes widened in horror. 'What. Is. Happening.' Maomao didn't look up. 'Education.' Jinshi strode forward, face pale. 'They’re ten years old!'