When the maid at the door saw her master rushing over with the imperial physician, she hurriedly stepped forward to open the door for the two of them. The imperial physician looked at Mu Wanyu, who was lying on the bed covered with a thick quilt and had a flushed face. The maid was changing the handkerchief on her forehead, but she was still trembling very badly. Her pale lips were already cracked, and a little maid would moisten her lips from time to time.

He was shocked; the situation was already quite bad.

The two maids quickly made way for him, their faces showing concern.

After taking her pulse, Physician Li's expression was quite complicated: "Miss Mu's high fever has been recurring and has not been treated in time, and now it has damaged her lungs. I will write a prescription right away." As he spoke, he immediately took the paper and pen from the servant and wrote out the prescription.

"Go quickly, get the medicine and prepare it, the sooner the better!" Physician Li handed the prescription to the steward behind Scholar Mu, who immediately took the prescription and ran out.

Mu Wanyu was already delirious and had started talking nonsense, muttering something incoherently. Grand Scholar Mu stepped forward, took the handkerchief from the maid, and gently wiped her face, his eyes filled with worry and now brimming with tears: "My dear daughter, get well soon, you mustn't get hurt! Otherwise, how can your father live!"

"Father, Father..." Mu Wanyu called softly.

The scholar leaned in close and listened carefully, then sobbed softly with emotion, “Yu’er, Father is here, always here. Please wake up soon, get well soon! Don’t leave Father…” He spoke painfully of his love for his daughter, filled with regret for letting her enter the palace. He had always known that the palace gates were as deep as the sea, and he thought he could protect her.

Physician Li stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "Lord Mu, please take care of your health. I will do my best to treat you."

At this moment, the father and daughter inside the house were deeply in love. The maids, seeing their young mistress in such a bad state and their master in such pain, also had sorrowful expressions on their faces and silently prayed that their young mistress would be alright.

Finally, after everyone's anxious wait, the butler came running in half an hour later with the medicine: "The medicine is ready! Quickly, sir, make the young lady drink it."

Scholar Mu hurriedly took the medicine and, with the help of a maid, personally fed it to Mu Wanyu. However, Mu Wanyu was already unconscious, and the medicine kept flowing out. It took a lot of effort and time to get her to drink it. After a while, everyone in the room was covered in sweat, which was completely out of place in the cold of the courtyard.

Physician Li stepped forward to examine Mu Wanyu's condition carefully again, and sighed softly, "Lord Mu, now it all depends on Miss Mu's own fate. Have the maid wipe her body with warm water to lower her fever. If the high fever comes down within two hours, her life will be safe, otherwise..."

Physician Li said all he needed to say, and everyone understood the implication.

Scholar Mu's eyes were filled with tenderness. He owed his daughter so much and only hoped that heaven would not take away his precious daughter.

"Thank you, Physician Li."

Physician Li waved his hand: "Lord Mu, I will be coming to check Miss Mu's pulse every day for the next few days. I have been away from the palace for some time now, so I must return."

Scholar Mu rose, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, and with boundless sincerity and gratitude, tears welled in his eyes and fell to the floor: "Thank you for your help, Physician Li."

Physician Li stepped forward and gently supported him, saying, "Lord Mu, there's no need for that."

Grand Scholar Mu instructed the steward to escort Physician Li away. He then ordered the maid to wipe Mu Wanyu's body and stood in the courtyard, staring blankly at the bare branches, looking much older in an instant.

Inside the room, maids named Huichun and Huiqiu worked together to care for Mu Wanyu, while several other maids kept changing her warm handkerchiefs. The room was warm enough with enough charcoal burning, so Mu Wanyu wouldn't get cold.

Huichun's face was downcast, but her hands continued moving. She asked in a low voice, "Huiqiu, will Miss be alright?"

Huiqiu choked up, her hand holding the handkerchief paused, and then she continued to wipe Mu Wanyu's body: "I don't know either. I know that before Miss entered the palace, she was very kind to the servants in our mansion. Although Miss was a bit spoiled, she never beat or scolded us."

Upon hearing this, Huichun wiped away her tears with her sleeve: "Yes, that palace is truly a place that devours people without spitting out their bones. Our young lady was tortured like this by the Emperor. Our young lady is such a good and beautiful woman..."

Upon hearing this, Huiqiu quickly interrupted, "Don't talk nonsense anymore, take good care of Miss."

Huichun nodded, realizing she had said the wrong thing, and dared not say anything more.

Huiqiu sighed suddenly: "But what you said makes sense. I wonder how Yilan, who followed Miss into the palace, is doing now."

Huichun also looked melancholy.

The maidservants inside the room continuously wiped Mu Wanyu's body with warm water, and with the help of the medicine, Mu Wanyu's high fever finally subsided after an hour.

The butler and the doctor waited outside the door, watching their master stand in the courtyard, letting the cold wind lash his body. Slowly, it began to snow lightly again.

Finally, Huichun's joyful voice came from inside the room: "Quick, someone come! Miss is awake! Awake! Master!"

Huichun excitedly opened the door to the room, her face beaming with joy. Upon hearing this, Grand Scholar Mu almost instinctively turned and ran inside, even pulling the doctor at the door along with him.

Huiqiu and the other maids had already dressed Mu Wanyu and covered her with a thick, warm quilt. Her face was no longer as flushed as before. She struggled to open her eyes, feeling extremely tired.

The doctor stepped forward to examine and take her pulse: "Miss Mu's high fever has subsided, but her lungs have been damaged. My prescription can only provide temporary relief. Your Excellency should have the imperial physician continue the treatment." The doctor had already gained a general understanding of Mu Wanyu's condition outside. At this point, he could only ensure that she was no longer in mortal danger; he could do nothing more.

Everyone inside breathed a sigh of relief; at least their lives were safe!

Scholar Mu sat down excitedly by the bedside, looked at his drowsy daughter, and finally a hint of relief appeared on his face, but his brows were still furrowed: "Thank you, doctor."

The doctor chuckled and shook his head. He hadn't done anything; the imperial physicians were still far superior.

Scholar Mu fed his daughter some water with a spoon and said many comforting words to her. She slowly fell asleep again. He checked her forehead with concern; her temperature was normal, and she was sleeping soundly.

He rubbed his temples, stood up, and whispered to Huichun and Huiqiu, "Take good care of Miss. If anything happens to her, come and tell me immediately."

The two women nodded quickly and curtsied slightly: "Yes, sir, rest assured, we will take good care of Miss."

Scholar Mu nodded, turned to look at Mu Wanyu with a loving expression, bent down to tuck the blanket around her, and then turned to leave.

Mu Wanyu survived. In the dark space, both of them seemed to be sick, weak all over, and lay quietly in their respective corners, no longer chattering as before.

Mu Wanyu developed a chronic illness from this serious illness, with lung disease that could not be cured. She could only spend her days being pampered and carefully cared for. Fortunately, she was born into a wealthy family.