Ye Ling thought of her husband's illness last night, unsure if one night's rest had done him any good, she asked, "Husband, are you alright now?"
Yuanbao saw her naive expression and couldn't help but want to laugh, but he held it in and shook his head, saying, "I'm fine, I have a peculiar constitution, a cold bath and a good sleep are all I need."
Ye Ling breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."
Otherwise, falling ill on such a joyous day of a new marriage wouldn't be a good omen.
Several maids got up quite early, hearing movement inside, they knocked and entered, bringing washing utensils to the young couple.
Xiangxiu wanted to comb Yuanbao's hair and tie it up, but Yuanbao didn't let her, instead, he glanced at Ye Ling.
Ye Ling immediately understood, smiled, and instructed Xiangxiu, "You go make the bed, as for the master, I'll take care of him."
Xiangxiu obliged, walked over to the step bed, and began folding the bedding.
