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He had given her many things, such as quilts, clothes, shoes, and even some food.

I was a little confused as I looked at so many things. I didn't know if he was deliberately creating the truth or if he was actually treating me better because of that little reluctance in his heart.

These items were not suitable for the shabby bamboo house at all. The bright jewelry placed on the table was like a satire. It made my heart clench when I looked at it.

He forcefully swallowed a single breath, then went to the bamboo forest and touched the characters carved by Xia Junchu, flipping through them one after another to make his heart calm down.

In the end, it was a quiet two days. No one came to find trouble with me, or they didn't put me in their eyes, or they just watched coldly from the sidelines to see how many days I could be favoured. I didn't even dare to go visit Grand Concubine Yi. Rumors would eventually reach her palace, and I was worried about her health. After running back from the wetland that day, my heart was still in turmoil.

In the evening, my throat felt very uncomfortable. The next day, I felt a headache so bad that I couldn't even open my eyes. I raised a hand to touch my forehead. It was very hot.

I thought I was sick, and I struggled to get up and pour myself a glass of water, then covered myself with the quilt and went back to sleep.

When I was in a daze, I heard footsteps and then someone pulled away my blanket. A big hand reached towards my forehead.

I heard a hateful voice say, "It's so hot, what are you all looking at? Hurry up and go to Imperial Physician Xuan."

Trying to open my eyes a little, to see him clearly, I gasped again and struggled to turn around.

However, he picked me up and whispered in my ear in a rich voice, "You are so disobedient even when you are sick. Yun Zhiqiu, don't you feel uncomfortable?"

It felt terrible. It felt like there was no strength left in his body. He felt like there was not a single part of his body that was not on fire.

"You can't bear it, yet you're still moving around. Why do you have to go against yourself? You don't even know how to take care of your own body. Yun Zhiqiu, are you a woman or not?"

I didn't know what he was talking about. I just felt like I was in his arms, like I could let go of anything. Maybe when I was sick, no one had ever hugged me like I was a baby.

It's very warm, very warm feeling, I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid of being sick, I'm not afraid of being unable to get up all of a sudden, I'm afraid of being sick at home, I'm afraid of being worried, I didn't dare to sleep at home, so I ran outside to find a place to curl up in exhaustion, but I always remind myself that I have to get up, otherwise Mother would be worried.

There was a hand holding my hand, a hand wiping my sweat, and all the worry and fear was gone.

As I drank the medicine, one mouthful at a time, with a hint of sweetness and bitterness, someone would wipe my mouth after drinking it. I didn't care who it was, I just poured it into that warm embrace again.

I heard a low laugh: "Like a lazy cat, really cute, if you wake up, can be so obedient like this, I will pet you to the bone."

After taking the medicine, I went to sleep, I was always sweating, but I was very obedient, I never kicked the quilt, I was afraid the illness would take a long time to recover, the children of poor families were always sick.

The sighing voice was next to his ear again, "Yun Zhiqiu, you truly make it so that I can't see through you. Open a crack for me to let the wind through, and you still dare to pull me back."

Afterwards, he said something that I don't remember. I just felt the voice by my ear, low and dumb as if he wanted me to know that there was someone by my side. It was a strange feeling, but I never felt relieved.

When he woke up the next day, his head wasn't as heavy as it was yesterday. A cheerful voice said, "You're awake. You just had the chance to drink the medicine."

The sunlight coming in through the window was so bright that I couldn't see it clearly, and it took me a few blinks to see it clearly. The black eyes shining under the dark brows looked at me with the most ordinary kind of smile, so bright that something inside me shrank, and the red lips and white teeth were beautiful, and the cheeks were puffed with medicine, and I didn't recover until the medicine reached my mouth.

He was the Emperor, he was the Emperor. The warning kept ringing in his mind.

He slightly knitted his brows and somewhat unhappily said, "What are you thinking about now? I hate it when you look at me like that. Quickly take some medicine!"

The person accompanying him last night definitely wasn't him. Look at how fierce his words were.

I lowered my eyes and looked at the flowers embroidered on the blanket. I indifferently said, "This servant thanks Your Majesty for your concern. This servant will also …" "He won't be afraid to take medicine."

Don't look at my anger with a bowl of bitter medicine, I'm obviously still not smart enough, or I won't even speak, but I don't want him to think I'm grateful to him, that won't be, never will be.

He was so angry that his hands trembled. He pushed the medicine in the bowl towards my head and coldly said, "I have really raised an ingrate. He deserved to see you die of an illness."

After saying that, he angrily strode away without even giving me a glance.