So it reached nighttime.
Feng Fuce heard from Lei Hu that Bai Xilie had postponed all of his official duties in the afternoon to take care of the little one at Ruizhu Palace.
Until the deep night, Ruizhu Palace was enveloped in tranquility.
Zhi'er was lying on the bed, her delicate little face showing a hint of weakness.
Even in her sleep, she seemed restless, her cute brow slightly furrowed.
During the day, she had sweated, and even after a simple wash, her soft black hair partially stuck to her cheeks.
Making the little one appear even more pitiful.
Bai Xilie had left an hour ago; he would rest in the side hall for a while.
Later in the night, he would check on his daughter's condition again.
After Zhi'er's fever subsided, it would flare up again soon after, leaving Qingmei worried all day, her heart on edge.
At this moment, Qingmei was dozing in the outer room, falling into a sleepy haze.
