Chapter 7: Jiang Yunchu Fell Ill

"Yes." Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Dengzi, they are persons that the Imperial Noble Consort specially went to the Palace to request, and then placed beside Ning Hanmo.

Even the princes in the Palace don't have this treatment.

Jiang Yunchu listened to the thunder outside; now the rain has gotten heavy, but the thunder hasn't been heard.

"Yue Yue, give her to me." Jiang Yunchu held Yue Yue in her arms; the little girl had also cried herself tired, and though she had been squirming in Bai Zhi's arms just a moment ago, as soon as she was in Jiang Yunchu's embrace, she calmed down.

"Princess Consort, I'll get the umbrella." Bai Zhi was about to pick up the umbrella when Jiang Yunchu took it from her.

"Let me do it; you hold the umbrellas, you don't need to follow me running like this. I'm going back to the Rhyme Courtyard, I'm not in a hurry." Just now I was anxious about the two children and didn't notice the big raindrops; these maids also followed me running out, and now everyone is soaked.

Besides Su Xin going to arrange Yue Yue's belongings, everyone else followed behind; Bai Zhi and Zi Su exchanged a glance, as if they suddenly understood what kind of person the Princess Consort is.

Before, everyone thought the Princess Consort had a cold personality, as if she didn't care about anything.

In battles of wits and courage with the Young Master, she never held back; although they had never seen the Princess Consort punish anyone, they still felt she was icy cold and hard to approach.

But today's events made them suddenly realize that the Princess Consort is someone who is cold on the outside but warm inside.

braving the heavy rain to look after the young lady and the Young Master—even a birth mother could do no more than that.

Jiang Yunchu held Yue Yue and returned to the Rhyme Courtyard; Su Xin had already filled several hot water bottles, and upon seeing the Princess Consort enter, she hurriedly passed them over.

"Princess Consort, warm up first; the Fire Room has already heated water, you'll wash up in a moment—don't catch a chill." Su Xin said worriedly.

"Okay." Jiang Yunchu said nothing else, but took off little Yue Yue's outer clothes and placed the child in the bed so she wouldn't fall onto the floor later.

"Have the Fire Room boil a pot of ginger tea; everyone drink a little so they don't get cold."

Everyone says spring rain is as moistening as butter, but how can it be so cold!

When it hits the skin, it makes people shiver from the cold.

Jiang Yunchu took a hot bath, then drank a bowl of ginger tea, breaking out in a sweat all over, yet still felt dazed and lethargic, unable to muster energy.

"Zi Su, the meals in the Small Kitchen are always ready; keep the Brush Ink Pavilion side warm, the Young Master has woken up—let him eat something."

"Yes, Princess Consort." Zi Su promptly agreed, then went to the Fire Room to make arrangements.

Jiang Yunchu felt she had a fever; this body's constitution is truly too weak—just a little rain and she couldn't bear it.

In her previous life, she went through wind and rain; each day she was either on the battlefield or on the way there—there was no time to get sick, she was as strong as an ox.

When she lay in bed half-asleep, she felt a fuzzy little head constantly rubbing against her arm.

Instinctively she raised her hand and gently rubbed its head.

Yue Yue woke up, opened her eyes, and saw Yun chu's face; but Yun chu felt hot, so she touched Yun chu's forehead.

"Miss, let me hold you and get you out of bed first; the Princess Consort is running a fever." Zi Su said softly, fearing the miss would disturb the Princess Consort's rest.

The Princess Consort's exhaled breath is now hot; surely she caught a chill from the rain—Zi Wu has already gone to summon the manor's physician.

Yue Yue is now well-behaved, holding out her hand for Zi Su to help her dress, then got off the bed.

However she didn't go far; she simply sat at the bedside, watching Yun chu.

Whenever she herself got sick, Liu Mama was like that—guarding her, and she would soon recover; she hoped Yun chu would also get better quickly.

The physician arrived quickly, came running, took the Princess Consort's pulse, and then prescribed medicine.

"Cold has entered the body, you've caught a chill; recently you need to stay warm—I'll have the medicine decocted over there, and when it's ready, whichever of the young ladies can go fetch it." The physicians in the manor all live on the premises; the manor has a dedicated pharmacy, the decocting work is done there, and then the attendants from each courtyard simply bring it back to the main hall.

"All right, thank you for the trouble." Bai Zhi saw the person off, registered the prescription in a ledger; any future issues, these records will need to be checked.

When Jiang Yunchu woke up, the night was deep; she rubbed her aching temples.

"Princess Consort, are you hungry? Want something to eat?" Su Xin walked over and asked quickly.

"And Yue Yue?"

"Any news from the Brush Ink Pavilion side?"

Two questions, both concerning the two children.

In her previous life she was an orphan, grew up in an orphanage, later excelled in physical ability, had high intelligence and outstanding grades, and was directly specially admitted to the military district medical college.

Because the head of the orphanage, who had been like a mother to her, passed away during her high school years, she resolved to become a doctor, to save lives and heal the wounded, not wanting those she cared about to leave—although at that time she didn't really have anyone she cared about.

And she, better than anyone, knows what it's like to face life without parents; when dealing with these two children, she brings her own empathy.

Zi Su was just about to step into a room when she pulled back, then turned into another room, wrote a note, and released the pigeon kept there.

"The miss is next door; the miss has been insisting on staying here to guard the Princess Consort, but for fear of disturbing the Princess Consort's rest, Bai Zhi took the miss next door." Su Xin thought of Yue Yue the miss—she really is a warm-hearted child.

"Word came from the Brush Ink Pavilion side: the Young Master woke up, said nothing, seemed a little unhappy, had only a little dinner." She also thought of the Young Master over at the Brush Ink Pavilion, wondering how long the Princess Consort and the Young Master would continue their battle of wits.

"Hmm." Jiang Yunchu didn't ask anything else; now she feels light-headed and her thoughts are slower.

She had little appetite today, just drank some plain congee, then went back to sleep; in the middle of the night she broke out in a sweat.

Today Su Xin was on duty; she wiped the Princess Consort's sweat, felt the bedding damp with sweat, then slowly changed the blankets; the Princess Consort, who had been tossing and turning earlier, now slept soundly.

Early morning, Jiang Yunchu's biological clock kicked in and she opened her eyes automatically, but there was a small koala clinging to her body.

Yue Yue's two arms clung tightly to her arms, her little legs rested on her body, her little face nestled in the crook of her neck; when she moved slightly, the little girl made two little "mua" sounds with her mouth.

This made Jiang Yunchu utterly melted; she gently pinched Yue Yue's little cheeks, then carefully pulled her arms free and changed into a neat outfit.

Su Xin, in order to take care of her, leaned against the bedside and fell asleep.

Jiang Yunchu covered her with a blanket, then opened the door to feel the fresh air—needless to say, this air smells far better than the gunpowder smoke on the battlefield.

"Princess Consort." Bai Zhi was somewhat surprised; every morning she does early training, and being able to stay beside the Princess Consort, her greatest reliance is knowing martial arts—each morning she gets up early to practice.

But these past few days, she sees the Princess Consort every day, yet she doesn't understand what she's practicing.

Yesterday the Princess Consort fell ill, she thought the Princess Consort would surely not be able to get up today, but unexpectedly the time was no different from usual.