Chapter 388

"So you'll never leave the palace?" Jin Yi was a little annoyed. He didn't understand what the other person was thinking. In his opinion, what the other person said wasn't a problem, so why was he so concerned?

Xiaoju did not want to say more to Jin Yi, and only said, "This servant is of lowly status, please spare this servant, Commander."

After saying that, she turned and left without hesitation, leaving Jin Yi with only her back view.

She was speaking from the heart. After she left the palace, she would run the shop well. Once she could make money, she would find an honest and simple man to marry into her family, preferably someone who was bedridden and unable to move, so that others would not gossip.

Jin Yi watched Xiao Ju's retreating figure without any hesitation, and he clenched his fists in frustration, feeling a tightness in his chest.

When Zhu Lan, who was guarding the palace gate, saw Xiao Ju return, she asked curiously, "Sister Xiao Ju, has something happened?"

She noticed that the commander's expression seemed a little off.

"It's nothing," Xiaoju shook her head, not wanting to say more.

Inside the main hall.

After Jin Yi left, Song Xuan continued to process the memorials, while Shen Qingnian sat on the chaise lounge, leaning back and reading.

The room was quiet.

Days passed like this, and Song Xuan's body gradually recovered, but strangely, his nausea did not improve.

Seven days later, while having lunch with Shen Qingnian, he began to gag upon smelling the scallions sprinkled on the vegetable soup.

"Take all the dishes sprinkled with scallions away," Shen Qingnian quickly stood up upon seeing this, patting Song Xuan's back as she instructed the servants.

Yesterday, the man said that eating scallions made him feel nauseous, and today he started dry heaving as soon as he smelled scallions.

Fu Hai and his men hurriedly cleared all the dishes with scallions off the table. Xiao Ju and Zhu Lan opened the window and lit jasmine-scented incense. Song Xuan finally felt better. He felt extremely nauseous, but he couldn't vomit anything.

Shen Qingnian frowned deeply, and asked with concern, "Are you still feeling unwell?"

"I'm fine, Qingnian, you don't need to worry. I'll be alright after a rest," Song Xuan said softly, his brows furrowed slightly, though he was still in pain.

Shen Qingnian pursed her lips: "Then can you still eat?"

Song Xuan shook his head helplessly; he had absolutely no appetite right now.

"Pour tea for His Majesty," Shen Qingnian instructed Xiaoju as she stood up.

Then he added, "This can't go on. I'll send someone to fetch the divine physician right now."

The man's illness is not fully cured yet, and his inability to eat will hinder his recovery.

Seeing this, Song Xuan did not stop him, but said, "You are pregnant right now, so sit down and continue eating. I will send someone to inform the divine physician."

Although his weakness had improved a lot in the past few days, his nausea had become increasingly severe. He had to force himself to endure it when he was with Qing Nian, but the actual situation was much more serious than Qing Nian perceived.

Song Xuan didn't eat any more of the meal; only Shen Qingnian ate some.

In the afternoon, Jin Yi led the divine doctor over.

The divine physician stepped forward to take Song Xuan's pulse. Shen Qingnian's face was filled with anxiety. After the divine physician finished taking his pulse, she couldn't wait to ask, "Divine Physician, what exactly happened to His Majesty? Why is he like this?"

The physician stroked his beard, a hint of hesitation on his face. He said, "Aside from being physically weak, there seems to be no other cause for Your Majesty's illness. May I ask when Your Majesty first began to experience these symptoms?"

“It started when I returned to the capital that day. At first, I couldn’t stand strong smells, but now even the smell of scallions makes me feel suffocated and nauseous, though I’ve never actually vomited,” Song Xuan replied.