Sweet potatoes are sweet, but what’s even sweeter is the heart.
Bei Yutang, who had a rare good appetite, ate only two of the ten sweet potatoes. Of the remaining eight, six went into Xiao Yan's stomach, and they took the other two back home.
When the two returned to the camp, it was already four o'clock in the morning and dawn was about to break.
"good evening."
"good evening."
Bei Yutang entered the tent in a cheerful mood. Xiao Yan watched her enter before striding towards the imperial tent. The consequence of playing all night was a cold.
When Bei Yutang woke up, she felt groggy and saw the imperial physician leaving.
Jinchai, who was standing by, was very excited when she saw her wake up, "My Lady, you are finally awake."
"What's wrong with me?" Bei Yutang found that his nasal tone was very heavy as soon as he finished speaking.
"Your Majesty, you have typhoid fever. It's all my fault for being careless and not discovering it in time." Jinchai blamed herself very much.
If Jin Zhuo saw that she had not woken up for a long time and touched her master's forehead, she probably would not have known that her master had a fever.
"No problem."
No wonder I felt drowsy, it turns out I was sick.
Inside the imperial tent, the Southern Emperor woke up late that day, which was rare. When Xiao Yan got up and began to review the memorials, he saw Sandezi looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
San Dezi had just received news that Concubine Chen was ill, but he didn't know whether he should report it to the emperor. After all, the emperor hadn't mentioned Concubine Chen at all in the past few days, and the only concubine he had visited was Concubine Liang.
San Dezi was a little unsure, so he kept it to himself.
Xiao Yan was very perceptive. He noticed something was wrong with him and asked, "What happened?"
San Dezi was stunned, inwardly admiring the emperor's prowess. He replied cautiously and respectfully, "Your Majesty, I just received news from the imperial physician that Concubine Chen has summoned the imperial physician."
Xiao Yan immediately put down the memorial in his hand and hurried out of the tent. San Dezi hurriedly followed him. Looking at the emperor's expression, it seemed that Concubine Chen was still doting on him.
"Your Majesty, here you are."
Inside the tent, Bei Yutang stopped what he was doing when he was about to take medicine.
"Good luck to the Emperor."
Xiao Yan stepped forward and stopped her from getting up, saying, "Lie down and don't move." Immediately, he said to the palace maids inside the tent, "All of you, get out."
"Yes."
San Dezi led a group of palace maids out of the tent.
Xiao Yan picked up the medicine bowl from the table, scooped up a spoonful, blew it gently to cool it down, and then brought it to her mouth.
"I, I can do it myself." Bei Yutang reached out to take back the medicine bowl, but he avoided her. Xiao Yan looked at her with disapproval.
"You're sick."
Yes, that's right, she was sick, but it wasn't her hands that were sick.
Bei Yutang met his persistent and serious eyes, fell silent, and opened her mouth obediently. A gentle and considerate greeting, a delicate and obedient being taken care of, the atmosphere in the entire tent turned very pink, with a hint of sweetness and happiness.
This side is full of happiness, but the tents of other concubines are completely different.
When Concubine Liang learned that Nan Shaotian went to visit Bei Yutang, she was furious.
"That bitch deliberately pretended to be sick to trick the emperor into coming. She is so despicable." Xia Yuwei said viciously.
Ever since her miscarriage, the Emperor had rarely visited the other concubines, not even Noble Concubine Chen. Unexpectedly, after only a few days, that vixen Bei Yutang couldn't contain herself anymore.
It's so abominable!
No, she had to find a way, she must not be allowed to regain the favor.
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