Zhong Muyu asked, puzzled, "I'm not sick, why would I need to see the imperial physician? Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
Zhong Muyu smiled and brushed it off, saying that it was better to trust her space than the local physician.
She didn't want more people to know about her dreams and the space-related things.
Zaochun had no choice but to give up: "This servant is also worried about your health. If you need anything during this time, just ask this servant."
"Definitely, after all, you are the best early spring!"
The two chatted for a while longer. Zaochun told Zhong Muyu to get plenty of rest before leaving.
As they walked into the courtyard, Zaochun saw Qiao'er and beckoned her over.
"Sister Zaochun, is there something you need?"
"Hmm, let me ask you, besides being sleepy, has the Princess been acting strangely lately?"
Qiao'er looked bewildered: "Abnormal? No, there's nothing wrong."
"I mean, for example, nausea, or a craving for sour foods."
"No, the Princess has always been in good health. Why are you suddenly asking about this, sister?"
In early spring, after thinking about it, she realized that although the palace matrons had taught them about pregnancy, they also said that every woman's pregnancy was different, so they still couldn't be careless.
So she whispered to Qiao'er, "I suspect the princess is pregnant."
"What?"
Qiao'er suddenly exclaimed.
"Keep your voice down. This is just my speculation. Don't forget what the old nanny told us about the symptoms of a pregnant woman."
Qiao'er thought about it and felt that Zaochun's words made sense: "That's true, but the princess didn't vomit."
"Not everyone vomits. It's really worrying. The princess has always been healthy, so she never likes to see a doctor, and she even skips the routine pulse check. So I can't be sure."
"How about we try to get the royal physician to take a look?"
"Given the princess's personality, it won't be that easy. Oh, right!"
In a flash of inspiration, Zaochun quickly pulled Qiao'er to the shade of a tree: "Didn't the nanny say that pregnant women don't menstruate? Judging by the time, the princess's period is approaching. We'll know when the time comes, won't we?"
"That's a great idea! No wonder you're Early Spring Sister!"
The two conspired briefly before leaving.
Unfortunately, Qiao'er is impatient and can't keep secrets. Before any conclusion has been reached, she has already leaked the news.
On the other hand, Zhong Muyu was shuttling between various shops, while also overseeing the construction of the new pavilions in the Prince's Mansion and the installation of electrical facilities. She was so busy that she fell ill.
A cold is no small matter for people in this era; it can be fatal. The physicians of the prefecture cannot be careless. However, Zhong Muyu refused their treatment, had prepared antipyretics in advance, and secretly poured away the medicine that the physicians had brewed.
In a daze, Zhong Muyu saw Lu Ziyuan.
“Lu Ziyuan…”
She reached out her hand, and Lu Ziyuan immediately grasped it.
Zhong Muyu smiled and said, "Your hands are so cold, but they feel pretty good."
Lu Ziyuan scolded, "They're burning so hot, and you're still worried about those shops. You say you don't care about any trouble, but you can't bring yourself to do it."
"There's no way around it, the huge profits are just too tempting."
Hearing her nasal voice, Lu Ziyuan frowned slightly: "Take good care of yourself during this time and don't do anything."
"I understand, I will listen to you."
Zhong Muyu stretched out her other hand; she felt that everything around her was cooler than herself.
Did you take your medicine?
"Hmm...I ate it."
Following her gaze, Lu Ziyuan saw the empty bowl on the table next to him.
But Zhong Muyu's reaction just now was a bit strange, and if she had taken medicine, why was there such a strong smell of medicine in the room?
Perhaps his sixth sense was accurate, Lu Ziyuan released Zhong Muyu and slowly walked to the potted plant not far away.
"You poured out the medicine?"
Zhong Muyu sighed helplessly, "I knew I couldn't hide it from you."
"How could you throw away the medicine? How can you get better if you don't take medicine when you're sick?"
Seeing that Lu Ziyuan was a little angry, Zhong Muyu quickly sat up and pulled him to her side.
"Actually, I've already taken the medicine, but it wasn't prescribed by the physician."
Zhong Muyu pointed to the watch on her wrist: "I have fever reducers from my time. I can take them and rest for a night. They work very quickly. If I take herbal medicine, it will take many days to recover. You know me, how could I possibly sit still?"
"Is it really that amazing?"
Zhong Muyu said earnestly, "Really! You've already seen so many amazing things I've done, one more won't hurt, right?"
"Indeed, I hope you're not lying to me."
"You don't believe me?"
"How could that be? I was just worried that you were afraid of the bitter taste and wouldn't take the medicine. Now that you've taken it, you should rest well. I'll come see you again tonight."
Zhong Muyu nodded and obediently lay down. After Lu Ziyuan changed her towel, he left.
Before long, Zhong Muyu's eyelids began to droop, and after drifting off to sleep, she once again arrived in that misty dream world.
She looked around and muttered to herself: How can one enter the dream space without consciously choosing? If this is the case, she will be very tired when she wakes up.
Being both sick and exhausted, there's probably nothing more torturous than this.
To avoid this situation, Zhong Muyu decided not to explore the dream again today. She waved her hand, and a magnificent pavilion surrounded by light purple gauze curtains appeared in the mist. Inside, there were beds, snacks, various storybooks, and game consoles.
Since it's a dream, she can have whatever she wants, even if it's just a fleeting illusion, it's still incredibly exhilarating!
There's nothing better than eating, drinking, and having fun.
Just as Zhong Muyu was getting angry about losing a game, a voice suddenly came from the fog not far away.
"You're really calm. You were suddenly pulled into a dream and you didn't even suspect anything. Should I say you're incredibly carefree?"
Zhong Muyu was startled and quickly looked into the depths of the mist: "Who is it?"
This was the first time she had heard other people's voices in her dream.
Amidst the swirling mist, a figure in white appeared from behind.
It's him!
The mysterious person who guided me to find Lu Ziyuan.
What's strange is that she saw this mysterious person both times she involuntarily entered the dream world, and only on these two occasions was there anyone other than herself in the dream. She can conjure up all sorts of things in her dreams, but she can't conjure up people.
Zhong Muyu walked towards him, but just like last time, no matter which way she walked, the distance between them remained the same.
The mysterious man said, "You cannot get close to me, because we are in two dreams."
"Two dreams? Are you a member of the Spirit Clan?"
"As expected of the inheritor of the Spirit Clan, you are indeed intelligent. It was worth it for me to try to contact your dream."
“Successor? I have no desire to be your successor. You contacted my dream to try and get me to return to the Spirit Clan? Sorry, I have no interest in that.”
The mysterious man chuckled: "Don't be so quick to refuse. We'll have a chance to meet again in the future. Today is just for us to get to know each other."
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