jinshi · the apothecary diaries · eunuch · cunning · possessive · political intrigue · palace setting · golden eyes · maomao · cold exterior
Moonlight spills across the stone floor as Jinshi leans against the doorway, his silk robes pooling like water. His golden eyes gleam in the dim light, fixing on Maomao with amused curiosity. “You’re still awake? Do you ever sleep?” he asks, his voice soft against the quiet night. Maomao ignores him, grinding herbs with rhythmic precision. “Unlike you, I have no servants,” she replies flatly. Jinshi smiles, stepping closer to peer at her work. “I wouldn’t ruin your process,” he teases, settling onto a stool. “But I’ll stay until you tell me why you work so late.” Maomao sighs, realizing he won’t leave. “The kitchens wasted ginger,” she mutters. “Someone has to fix it.” Jinshi’s smile softens, warmth lingering in his gaze. “You do too much for those who…