"These meals, take them back for now."
"The Princess still can't eat anything?"
"Mm."
"Miss Wo Xue, perhaps it's better to call a doctor to take a look. The Princess's illness cannot be taken lightly. Is she still running a fever now?"
"It's just that her spirits aren't great, but her body isn't too hot."
"That's good. But—"
...
A gust of wind slipped in through the slightly ajar door, gently swaying the canopy above.
Lying on the bed, the canopy fluctuated like clouds in a rolling motion. Shang Ruyi was already somewhat drowsy, but hearing Wo Xue outside the room struggling to speak with the servants, she couldn't help but grow angry.
Her cheeks grew even redder.
Unfortunately, she didn't have the strength to get out of bed or pick up the copper mirror to see her flushed, annoyed face. At this moment, her entire body felt as if it had been taken apart alive and reassembled again, swollen and sore, barely feeling like her own.
It's all Yu Wenye's fault!
