By the time the two returned to the team, Wan Que's face had turned red.

Princess Jiayue is so fragrant and soft, leaning like a small ball in his arms. What should he do if he feels a little moved?

The Minister of Rites saw through Wan Que's thoughts at a glance and said, "Give up. Although Jiayue is only a princess of a small country, she would not be given to an ordinary official's son. You were told to study, but you chose to feed pigs. You regret it now."

Wan Que's eyes darted around: "I'm just thinking about it, am I not allowed to daydream?"

Chu Mu followed behind, the strange feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger, his brows were furrowed, as if he had encountered something troublesome.

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Yun Yuan's carriage was destroyed, so the team allocated another carriage for her. After the heavy rain, they continued to move forward and arrived at the post station just as it was dark.

Everyone felt a lot more relaxed, with smiles on their faces. After walking in the desolate border for so long, they could finally have a good rest.

But Yun Yuan was sick and couldn't get up from the bed.

"Excessive shock caused the evil wind to enter the body."

"How long will it take for the princess to recover?" Lord Wen said in a deep voice.

"Maybe three days, maybe ten days, maybe even longer. A cold can be fatal if it's not treated properly. Take good care of yourself and pay more attention at night."

After the doctor left, Lord Wen gave Nanzhi instructions.

"Take good care of the princess."

"yes."

The door opened and closed, and Yun Yuan fell asleep in a daze.

In the middle of the night, she heard someone talking, but it was vague and unclear.

The next day, Nanzhi handed her a bowl of medicine with a complicated look.

"Princess, drink the medicine. You will get better after drinking it."

Yun Yuan looked at her for a long time, "Is this really a medicine for typhoid fever?"

Nanzhi's hand shook, and the medicine bowl fell to the ground with a crisp sound.