Chapter 143 Sickness

The next day was the eleventh day of the twelfth lunar month.

The sun was shining brightly, and there were white clouds in the blue sky. The weather was very good and there was no snow.

Lying on the rosewood bed, Su Zhenzhen yawned and opened her eyes lazily. She felt the man holding her, which was not surprising. Whenever Rong Jinchen was not on duty, he would stay in bed with her and sleep in.

She turned over and buried herself in his arms, with her long legs directly across his waist and back, very heroic. She rubbed her cheek against his chest and found that the man's body temperature was a little abnormal.

Su Zhenzhen's sleepiness was instantly gone. She put her hand into his snow-white pajamas and found that the temperature was obviously several degrees higher than usual. She raised her head anxiously and saw the white and chapped corners of his lips and his red cheeks. Her heart suddenly sank.

It's over. What's this burnt to?

They hurriedly rang the bell to let someone in. Gu Heng, Bai Zhi, Lu Wu and the others led the maids into the room and found that it was not like the usual. His Highness and the Princess had both stood up, and His Highness had changed his clothes.

Instead, the princess had disheveled hair and was only wearing nightgown, looking at the man lying on the bed with red eyes.

Before he could react, he heard the princess's anxious voice, "Go and call the imperial physician." Gu Heng reacted quickly, "As you wish." His Majesty must not know the truth about His Highness's illness, otherwise if the princess is blamed, he, Gu Heng, will definitely be severely punished by His Highness.

If His Majesty asked, all he could say was that His Highness was anxious to return home and didn't like ginger soup, so he suddenly relaxed and caught a cold. Anyway, after the incident with Nanny Han last time, Gu Heng had a very tight control over the Prince of Yan's Mansion.

Su Zhenzhen hadn't expected that after returning home the previous day, she drank a bowl of thick brown sugar ginger soup and took a warm hot spring bath, but woke up the next day feeling completely normal. Rong Jinchen didn't like ginger soup, relying on his own good health to avoid it, but he ended up having a fever despite his good health.

For people who don't get sick often, a fever can be very serious, although the illness comes and goes quickly.

Su Zhenzhen bit her lip in self-blame. It was all her fault for wanting to go and build a snowman. Now, Rong Jinchen had a fever.

Seeing her tearful eyes, Lu Wu hurriedly comforted her: "Princess, please calm down. His Highness still needs your care." But they didn't dare.

The girl was crying unconsciously, her eyes watering. She was stunned for a moment when she heard the words, but she quickly reacted and stepped over Rong Jinchen, preparing to change clothes.

Su Zhenzhen casually put on her everyday pleated skirt made of Huanhua brocade. She didn't even bother to wash up. She sat in front of the bed, frowning as she looked at his handsome, rosy face.

She took the cold water towel wrung by Bai Zhi, placed it on his forehead, and tears fell unconsciously, "Chenchen, it's all my fault, wuwuwu..." This man took root in her heart. Suddenly seeing him so vulnerable, Su Zhenzhen felt a pain in her heart.

"Don't cry." The man's voice was low and hoarse. Su Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment, staring blankly down at the man with slightly raised eyelids. Rong Jinchen felt his throat was dry and his body was weak and limp. He guessed that he might have a fever. Fortunately, Su Zhenzhen reacted quickly, placing her pillow on top of his, reaching out to help him up and leaning against the pillow. She quickly took the warm water from Lu Wu's hand and carefully offered it to his lips.

Rong Jinchen finished a cup of hot water from her hand. Watching her busy movements, his heart suddenly softened and he couldn't help but feel distressed. "Where's Gu Heng?" Why isn't he here? Speak of the devil, and here comes Gu Heng, leading the imperial physician appointed by His Majesty. Fortunately, His Majesty loved his son and had specially assigned the imperial physician who had taken care of Rong Jinchen to be on duty at the Prince of Yan's Mansion.

That was why Gu Heng was able to invite the imperial physician so quickly. Otherwise, even if he went faster, it would still take an hour to go back and forth.

"Your humble servant pays respects to His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan. Your Highness..." The imperial physician, abducted by Gu Heng using Qing Gong techniques, arrived at Langhuan Garden. He was shivering from the cold, and before he could catch his breath, he saw His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan lying on the bed. Su Zhenzhen frowned. "Alright, no need to bow. Show His Royal Highness a quick visit." Don't bow here.

The imperial physician was having a hard time. His job was easier than the other doctors at the Imperial Hospital, but he was sent by His Majesty to care for His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan at the frontier. He had finally returned from the frontier over the past six months, and since His Royal Highness returned to the capital, he hadn't had much to do except regularly checking his pulse. Then, he suddenly had a trick up his sleeve.

He hurriedly stood up and knelt in front of the rosewood bed to check the pulse of His Royal Highness Prince Yan. Su Zhenzhen looked at him motionlessly.

After a moment, the imperial physician said: "Your Highness, this is caused by the cold wind entering your body and not paying attention to keeping warm. I will prescribe a decoction and your fever will subside soon." His Highness the Prince of Yan is strong and healthy, so he does not have to worry about reducing the dosage of the medicine as he did in the past when prescribing medicine for the delicate queen in the palace, paying attention to warming and nourishing, so that the queen will be bedridden.

Su Zhenzhen immediately said, "Then hurry up, Eunuch Gu." Gu Heng understood and immediately took the imperial physician to get medicine. She walked over to the bed and sat down. "Husband, are you still feeling uncomfortable?" She changed the handkerchief on his forehead.

Baizhi and others were dismissed by her and went to decoct medicine and prepare meals. The breakfast originally prepared was not suitable for the patient.

Su Zhenzhen is naturally not the kind of person who would eat heartily and let patients watch her enjoy the delicious food.

Rong Jinchen's voice was a little weak, and he reached out to touch her small hand. "It's okay, I don't feel uncomfortable anymore." His head was a little dizzy at the moment. Seeing that he was still a little dazed, Su Zhenzhen hurriedly helped him to lie down again. "Husband, please wait a moment, the imperial physician will be here soon to prepare medicine." She only hated why she didn't have space so that she could give Rong Jinchen the fever-reducing medicine.

Seeing that his lips were still pale, he turned around and poured him a cup of hot water. Rong Jinchen raised his thin lips and said, "Qingqing, you are so nice to me. Go and have breakfast, don't starve." Seeing how concerned he was, Qingqing really cared about him a little more.

This illness wasn't a big deal for him. After all, he'd suffered all sorts of injuries on the battlefield. He could handle a mere high fever, but people are vulnerable in front of those they care about.

He enjoyed the way Qingqing took care of him, with an anxious look and eyes full of concern and distress, but he still couldn't bear to let Qingqing go hungry.

Su Zhenzhen pouted, unable to resist burying herself in his belly, hugging his waist through the soft quilt. "Husband, I'm so sorry for you." She'd had a high fever before, and knew how uncomfortable it was to feel weak and groggy. "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have gone to build a snowman." She sniffed, her voice tinged with tears.

Rong Jinchen raised his hand and touched her little head, "Don't blame me, Qingqing, it's my fault for not drinking the ginger soup." He was still hoping for a lucky break. Su Zhenzhen blinked her eyelashes, "Husband, you should have a good sleep for a while, I won't bother you anymore." Su Zhenzhen felt as if her heart was twisted into a ball, and she felt very uncomfortable.

She found that she still liked the way Rong Jinchen was full of energy, taking care of her and bullying her, rather than lying weakly in bed like now.

Seeing Rong Jinchen closing his eyes and pursing his thin lips but still unable to hide his pale and fragile look, Su Zhenzhen's eyes were soft and distressed. She thought of the man in front of her who had gone to the border to gain experience at the age of twelve, fought with the Huns for so many years, and had many scars on his body. She couldn't help but feel sour in her heart.