Chai Qingyue had a lot of topics with Xiaoyu last night, and she went to bed later than usual. Maybe she was caught in the cold last night, or maybe she caught a cold in the study yesterday afternoon. The next morning, Chai Qingyue couldn't get up and became ill without warning.

Lying on the bed, Chai Qingyue felt her voice hoarse and felt uncomfortable. When she opened her mouth, she felt uncomfortable as if she was cut by a knife, so she simply kept silent.

My head was also groggy, like an iron ball, so heavy that it could not be lifted. It felt very heavy and uncomfortable to fit on my neck.

Chai Qingyue couldn't use any strength to do it, so she felt very uncomfortable and uncomfortable, but she couldn't say where she felt uncomfortable.

The Prince's Mansion forgot the Imperial Hospital to post a post in the morning and asked the on-duty hospital to come and take a look, but it seemed that something was delayed in the Imperial Hospital today, and no one came.

Murong Sichen, who was dealing with government affairs in the study, picked up the teacup on the table and held it hard in his hand. After thinking about it, he still endured it for a while and did not fall down in the end, but his tone was still not very good: "What's going on in the Imperial Hospital? What does it mean to delay something?"

The eunuch kneeling down at the head did not dare to answer, but just knocked down his head, which was already sticking to the ground, as if he was about to smash a hole in the ground.

"Forget it, you go down first." Murong Sichen also knew that it would be useless to blame his servants like this. However, the old doctor in the mansion happened to go back to his hometown recently. His apprentice was too young and he dared not take medicine easily before he was diagnosed.

Murong Sichen suddenly felt helpless. It seemed that this was the first time he knew this feeling. Why did the Imperial Hospital judge not come? Murong Sichen felt that he could guess that it was Shufei's fault without checking it.

Although his biological mother was the queen, she was not very favored and never won the holy heart. Even though she was the crown prince, she was far from reaching the harem. The mother lived in the palace, and Concubine Shu relied on her father's favor for many years to fight against her mother everywhere.

Fortunately, Concubine Shu did not have a prince, otherwise it would be a real trouble.

However, his third brother was a little closer to Concubine Shu, so he had to pay attention to this...

"Let's go to Yingxue Pavilion." Murong Sichen threw the teacup heavily on the desk. The hot teacup was spilled out of the teacup because of the force of the cup shaking, and a small black and white ink painting was stained.

Chai Qingyue, who was confused, seemed to feel someone coming in from outside. She wanted to open her eyes and see the person coming, but she gave up due to the heavy weight of her eyelids.

The people next to him were muttering something. Chai Qingyue didn't hear it very seriously, but she felt that their tone seemed to be respectful, so she guessed that the person coming was the prince Murong Sichen.

Murong Sichen frowned and looked at the sick person on the bed. Somehow he thought of the sick beauty. He looked at the person on the bed and felt that Chai Qingyue seemed to be really not suitable, so she would still look better when she smiled.

"How could the Crown Princess suddenly become so sick?" Murong Sichen questioned the servants in Yingxue Pavilion with a bad tone.

The person who cared for the Crown Princess obviously did not expect the Crown Princess to come to visit the Crown Princess in person. Didn’t it mean that the Crown Princess was not favored? He has not fallen into love since his marriage.

Why did the prince suddenly come over and question it?

"I don't know, please forgive me." The slaves in the room didn't think so much and knelt on the ground to avenge the crime.

Murong Sichen looked at the servants who were kneeling all over the room and knew that these people had not taken good care of their own princess. These servants have always been stomping on the ground and have indeed bullied Chai Qingyue in recent days. Unexpectedly, the servants have achieved this level. In this way, I have to thank Chai Qingyue for being sick, so that I can also see the virtues of the people in my mansion.

"Forget it, let's go down, take good care of you in the future." Murong Sichen waved his hand. In the final analysis, this mistake was still on himself, and it would be useless to blame others now.

Seeing everyone getting ready to get up, Murong Sichen added: "Qing Yue is also the Crown Princess whom the Ming matchmaker of this palace is the first to marry. You can't neglect it in the future. Next time, you will be killed by a stick."

Some people still need to be intimidated before they can do things honestly. The people in the Prince’s Mansion still have to discipline themselves. If they can’t even discipline their servants like the Prince’s Mansion, how can they bear the heavy responsibilities in the future?

The servants who were originally going to get up and kneel down after hearing the reprimand of His Royal Highness, they knelt down again: "Yes, I obey the order."

Xiaoyu was caught among a group of slaves and hesitated for a moment, but retreated with everyone, not staying alone.

After everyone stepped down from the room, Murong Sichen sat directly next to the bed and began to look at Chai Qingyue who was on the verge of illness. The originally beautiful Yan Daimei's eyebrows were almost frowned by Chai Qingyue. The round almond eyes were now tightly closed, the nose was red, but the lips were white and not angry, and they were all dry and cracked.

Looking at Chai Qingyue's lifeless look, Murong Sichen felt anger in his heart. He didn't know whether he was angry about his powerlessness or whether he suddenly fell ill.

This aura turned around Murong Sichen and finally turned into a feeling called heartache. Of course, Murong Sichen did not realize that his attitude towards Chai Qingyue had been quietly changing, and Murong Sichen didn't know what this change was called because he had never experienced it.

Murong Sichen seemed to want to raise his hand to touch Chai Qingyue's face, but when he reached into the air, he stopped and cursed in his heart: What are you doing? You are so crazy.

"Water, water." Chai Qingyue felt that her throat was really burning. She felt someone beside her, so she kept calling out for water in a silence, hoping that the other party could understand her intentions.

Realizing that Chai Qingyue was supposed to drink water, His Royal Highness, who had never taken care of anyone, ran to the table and poured a cup of hot tea. She got her fingers on the white porcelain cup made by the official kiln, and felt it was a bit hot and she blew it.

Not sure if the temperature in the water cup could be drunk, Murong Sichen had to put his cold and thin lips on the porcelain cup, took a sip, and felt that it was not very hot, so he helped Chai Qingyue lying down and fed the cup in his hand to the person.

A small saliva can only last a while for a while. When Chai Qingyue felt her throat was uncomfortable again, she called "water" again. After this cycle repeated many times, Chai Qingyue felt a little comfortable.
Chapter completed!