The next day, Zhao Cong sat on the soft couch while Lin Qingwan was out.
Wow, there wasn't even a padding.
It's so stiff even when I'm sitting, how can I sleep well?
Achoo!
Lin Qingwan's sneeze made Zhao Cong jump up from the couch.
"This servant will ask Physician Zhu to come and take a look." Mu Xue draped a cloak over her, but her hands were still cold to the touch.
Qiu Hong also said, "It rained last night, and Madam likes to kick off the blankets, so she must have caught a cold."
Lin Qingwan didn't feel cold yesterday, but she felt dizzy when she woke up this morning. She couldn't sit still while having breakfast with Feng'er. Right now, she's shivering from the cold.
"It's alright, everyone gets a headache or fever sometimes. I'll be fine after drinking some ginger soup. Several managers are coming to report the accounts today, so we can't delay them."
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Cong ordered in a deep voice, "Have Shen Xu go and call Zhu An over."
The three servants then realized that the Crown Prince had not yet left, and were startled. Mu Xue and Qiu Hong then knelt down and bowed.
Just as Lin Qingwan was about to bend her knees, Zhao Cong was already in front of her, his hand gripping her forearm, his aura icy cold, "Sleep in bed tonight!"
Lin Qingwan opened her mouth, but then heard him instruct, "Have the steward come back two days later."
Mu Xue and Qiu Hong accepted the order and withdrew.
"Your Highness, I'm fine, just a little..." Lin Qingwan tried to explain.
Zhao Cong wouldn't listen, "Does everything have to be as serious as when the poison took effect for it to be considered a problem?"
Lin Qingwan froze on the spot.
His face was full of displeasure, and his eyes were as cold as if they were covered with frost.
He was tall and quick, and he closed the doors and windows tightly. He pulled Lin Qingwan to sit on the bed and ordered her, "Rest."
This was the first time Lin Qingwan had seen him so assertive, and she was a little at a loss, especially since the bed was covered with the Crown Prince's bedding and smell... She glanced at her own bed.
"Don't even think about it." Zhao Cong saw through her intentions and immediately summoned several eunuchs to move the couch away.
Lin Qingwan said anxiously, "Wait, my..."
Zhao Cong urged coldly, "Move out quickly!"
Lin Qingwan looked at him innocently, "My bedding..."
“There’s plenty of bed space.” Zhao Cong pulled his blanket over her. “Get some rest.”
Lin Qingwan saw his gloomy face, but a warm feeling flowed through her heart as she gazed at him intently.
Zhao Cong's icy and imposing demeanor almost melted under her gaze. Suddenly realizing he had nowhere to look, he feigned seriousness and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Lin Qingwan: "Is this for others to see?"
Zhao Cong paused for a moment before understanding what she meant.
She felt that she was making herself sick to make others believe that their love was as deep as the sea.
His heart sank slightly. He clenched his fist, then said casually, "Hmm. That couch can't be placed there anymore."
Lin Qingwan pulled the blanket up around her. So, starting today, she would be sleeping in the same bed as the Crown Prince?
"oh."
Zhao Cong's heart tightened, but she didn't object!
Zhu An rushed over in a hurry, and as soon as he entered, he got to the point: "Wan's bed?"
Zhao Cong glared at him.
Zhu An shrank his neck. "I heard that Madam has caught a cold? This humble servant will take her pulse."
"Thank you for your trouble, Physician Zhu," Lin Qingwan said politely.
Zhao Cong suddenly said, "It's his duty, what's there to complain about?"
Zhu Anxin thought to himself, "You've made him sick from taking care of him, so why are you taking your anger out on me?"
Because the Crown Prince was staring at him coldly, Zhu An kept his lips pressed flat, examining patients, asking questions, and writing prescriptions, speaking every single word meticulously and respectfully from beginning to end.
After the prescription was written, Zhao Cong kicked him out before he could even return the gift.
"Hiss... Hey... I said..."
"never mind."
Zhu An patted his clothes, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.
Main house.
Lin Qingwan was even more surprised than Zhu An. She thought Zhao Cong was about to go to court, but instead he plopped down in front of the desk.
Cang Ying led the eunuchs in and out several times, carrying stacks of memorials in.
Lin Qingwan swallowed hard. Could it be that they're not leaving today?
Yes, she guessed right.
Zhao Cong missed the morning court session, and everyone in the court knew that Lady Wan had caught a cold and fallen ill...
Mu Xue brought in the medicine, and Zhao Cong put down his vermilion brush. "Give it to me."
Before Mu Xue could take another step, the medicine bowl in her hand had disappeared.
She wanted to see Lin Qingwan, but the Crown Prince's broad body blocked her view, so she had to back out.
Qiu Hong comforted her, "The Crown Prince is taking care of him personally, so what are you worried about?"
Mu Xue whispered in Qiu Hong's ear, "Does the Crown Prince want to take his charade with his wife for real?"
Qiu Hong coughed lightly and corrected her, "It was real to begin with, so how can you say it was just acting?"
Mu Xue smiled wryly, pursing her lips.
If the lady can truly accept the crown prince, then things will be perfect.
Inside the house.
Lin Qingwan didn't dare close her eyes all morning. When she saw Zhao Cong was going to feed her the medicine himself, she sat up straight and said, "I can drink it myself."
Zhao Cong froze.
Lin Qingwan added, "There's no one else in the room, it's fine."
Zhao Cong originally wanted to give her the medicine bowl, but upon hearing this, he stopped and scooped a spoonful to feed her.
Lin Qingwan instinctively flinched.
Zhao Cong had the illusion that he had suffered a defeat. "Take the medicine, get a good night's sleep, and sweat it out, and you'll be fine."
Lin Qingwan blinked, "Myself..."
"Open your mouth."
Zhao Cong insisted on feeding her, and she had no choice but to obey.
The bitter medicine went down my throat and all my sleepiness vanished.
Because she dared not keep the Crown Prince waiting, she almost drank one mouthful after another before she had even finished swallowing the previous one, and the bitterness from head to toe made her speechless.
Zhao Cong saw her complexion worsening and his heart tightened. "Are you feeling unwell?"
Lin Qingwan was too distressed to speak and shook her head.
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