But she couldn't do it. Before she transmigrated, she was an ordinary person who worked diligently, followed her life step by step, enjoyed watching dramas and reading novels, and couldn't help but swoon when she saw a handsome man. When she wasn't working, she liked to stay at home, but she also liked to go out and see the world. Delicious food, beautiful scenery, and beautiful people were all things she loved.

But the sudden time travel changed her life.

It's been a year!!

At this moment, she remembered something. After graduating from high school, she felt it was too hot outside and didn't want to go out. She stayed at home for two weeks without going out to play, which scared her parents so much that they wanted to take her to see a psychologist, fearing that she might have some kind of psychological problem.

She didn't have any psychological problems back then, but now she's really starting to have them.

“This servant noticed that Your Highness’s complexion hasn’t been very good these past two days. Should we call a royal physician to take a look?” Sangzhu said with great concern.

Youqing was in a bad mood, had a poor appetite, ate poorly, slept well, and her complexion was naturally not as healthy as before.

“I think so too. I’ll have Zhu Qiaozheng go to the Imperial Hospital right away,” Cheng Ying added.

Before Youqing could stop him, Chengying left.

Upon hearing that his master was unwell, Zhu Qiao rushed to the Imperial Hospital and summoned an old imperial physician.

The imperial physician had a slightly graying beard, and his expression seemed a bit off after taking Youqing's pulse. Could it be that he had made a mistake?

Everyone in the palace knows that Consort Shu is His Majesty's favorite, yet her pulse shows signs of inner turmoil, and there's no word of anything unpleasant happening to her. How could this be?

The imperial physician frowned and examined the pulse again, but it was still the same.

Sang Zhuchengying and the others were terrified by the imperial physician's appearance. With his brows furrowed, could something really have happened to their master?

After three attempts, the imperial physician was convinced of his medical skills.

He had just removed his hand from Youqing's pulse when Sangzhu, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but ask anxiously, "Imperial Physician, how is our master?"

The imperial physician said slowly, "Consort Shu seems to be troubled by something. Drink some calming medicine and relax."

Strictly speaking, emotional distress is not a condition that can be cured with medication.

Calming decoctions only have a calming effect; it's more important to adjust one's own mindset.

---Aside---

I was writing this chapter around mid-June. I had just finished my graduation thesis, was about to graduate, taken graduation photos, had a farewell dinner, and was about to go my separate ways. I was going to start living alone, and I would never again go to the cafeteria with my roommates, or go shopping, watch movies, or eat together on holidays. I was feeling particularly sad and lost at the time, and I cried a lot. I also had a poor appetite and slept poorly, and I was terrified about the future.

Looking back now, more than a month later, I've gotten used to it. Nothing is insurmountable. Sigh!