"What's the matter? You're shouting and yelling, how can you behave like that? How did you learn the etiquette when you entered the mansion?" Yan Zhu frowned and scolded.
"It's okay, Yanzhu." Qin Nanjing pulled Yanzhu, looked at the little maid, and asked in a gentle voice, "What's wrong?"
"It's Tinglanyuan, the princess's maid. Miss Wuer has a high fever and seems to be dying."
Here we go again!
Qin Nanjing and Yan Zhu looked at each other.
Are people who live in the snowy plains all year round so weak?!
Why are both of them having fever?
"Hurry up and call the court doctor to take a look."
Yanzhu left with the little maid.
Qin Nanjing sighed helplessly.
Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve, why are there so many things going on today?
…
Tinglan Garden.
"Hurry and boil some medicine. It's too late to find out. Her condition is even worse than Princess Qianluo's..."
"Bring in another basin of ice water. Tsk, she turned a whole basin of ice water into lukewarm water..."
"I feel like she can't be saved. Even if she were, she'd probably become a fool."
“…”
Qianluo sat in the yard, listening to the discussions and watching the people coming in and out of Wuer's house, her eyes full of confusion.
It's strange, really strange.
Wu'er is the secret guard beside the prince. Even though her martial arts skills are not very high, she has no problem keeping fit.
Moreover, the northern barbarians live in the cold snowfield all year round, and Ur is not like himself who has played in the snow for more than an hour, so how could he suddenly fall ill?
Her symptoms were the same as mine.
Qianluo grabbed a maid who had been serving in Tinglan Garden and asked helplessly:
"When I was ill in the morning, was Ur ill too, or was she well? When was the last time you saw her?"
"When I woke up in the morning, Miss Wuer was fine and not sick. I saw her. After the princess left, I haven't seen her since."
As expected, as expected...
There was a mad look in Qianluo's eyes.
She is a monster!
Qianluo kept muttering to herself, her eyes darting around.
"No, I want to leave here. She is a demon. She is coming to find me again. I want to leave here..."
Qian Luo staggered to her feet, "I... I want to leave here, I won't leave the palace, I want to go back..."
Bang--
Qianluo fell in the snow.
She looked at the clear blue sky with floating white clouds, muttered to herself, slowly closed her eyes, and completely fell into the fog...
"Princess, princess, are you okay?" The little maid shook Qianluo, but she didn't respond. "Hurry, someone come, the princess has fainted, someone bring her into the house..."
"Why are the Northern Barbarians so troublesome every day..."
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