The little palace maid is charming and charming, and she is a disaster along the way

Chapter 37, I am really sick

Meow~Meow~
Inside the Fanghua Palace, cats kept meowing.

Its soft and delicate voice was drowned out by the hurried footsteps, but it was still clear enough to hear.

"My lady, the Third Prince is here..."

The footsteps stopped outside the bed, and An Lan's gentle call rang in Shen Qingtang's ears, but her eyes were as if filled with lead and she couldn't open them.

While she was struggling hard to wake up from her confused consciousness, Shi Liu and Fu An were entertaining the visiting Third Prince Xie Yunyi in the front hall.

When Fuan put out the fruits and pastries, Shiliu's eyes were attracted by the orange cat in Anshun's arms.

This orange kitten looks very similar to Concubine Zhang’s.

Shi Liu and Fu An exchanged glances. When Shi Liu served the tea, she moved closer to An Shun and took a closer look.

"What a cute kitten. Is this your cat, Your Highness?"

The Third Prince, who was sitting upright, said with a stern face, "An Shun brought it here from the Beast Room."

This is not his cat.

He was still young, and his mother never allowed him to keep cats or dogs, saying that they might accidentally hurt him.

The third prince, who was thinking about something, gave Anshun a look. Anshun understood his meaning and handed the cat in his arms to Shiliu.

"I heard that Madam Shu picked up a cat with an owner yesterday. I thought that Madam Shu must be a cat lover, so I went to the beast room early this morning and brought it back."

Anshun carefully placed the cat in Shiliu's hand while looking around the Fanghua Palace inconspicuously. He saw that although the decoration in the palace was fresh and elegant, it still retained the elegance and nobility that a royal family should have.

The style and preferences of this Concubine Shu are somewhat similar to those of Concubine Liang.

While Anshun was looking at Fanghua Palace quietly, Shi Liu was so surprised that she covered her mouth lightly.

"Is this cat for my young master?"

Why did His Royal Highness the Third Prince suddenly think of giving a cat to his mistress?
For a moment, Shi Liu felt that the cat in her arms was a little hot.

She looked at Fu'an as if for help, and Fu'an had no choice but to lend a helping hand and took the kitten, who was struggling and meowing in Shiliu's arms, into his own arms.

Fuan held the cat in his arms and looked towards the inner bedroom.

An Lan has been in there for a while, right?

Thinking in his heart, Fuan said to Shi Liu: "I'll serve you here, you can go in and take a look, but if you need help--"

Fuan was speaking when he was interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps.

Before I saw An Lan, I heard her panicked voice, exploding in my ears like thunder.

"Hurry up and call the imperial physician. The young lady has a sudden high fever and cannot be woken up!"

"What?" Fu'an and Shi Liu's faces suddenly changed. "He was fine when he came back earlier, how come he suddenly has a high fever?"

Didn’t Amber take the young lady’s pulse?
Several people looked at each other in bewilderment. It must be that Amber's skills were not good enough, otherwise why would the young lady suddenly have a high fever without any warning...

Fu An calmed down and said, "I'll go get the imperial physician. First, get a basin of warm water and apply it to the young lady's forehead..."

Fu'an was making arrangements in an orderly manner while bowing respectfully to the third prince.

"I hope Your Highness will forgive me. This happened suddenly. My lady is not feeling well, so I am afraid I cannot personally entertain you. When my lady recovers, I will definitely visit Concubine Liang in person."

The third prince was slightly stunned. Is his savior sick?
The Third Prince couldn't describe his feelings at this moment. He just felt relieved, but at the same time, he had an indescribable sense of loss.

He specially sent the cat, but he doesn’t know whether Concubine Shu likes it?

However, it is not appropriate to disturb her at this time. "In this case, Your Highness will come to visit Lady Shu another day." The Third Prince nodded and jumped down from the chair. "Anshun, let's go quickly. My mother has Eight Treasure Duck Soup today."

As the third prince spoke, he took the lead and walked towards the door with his short legs.

When he left, not only Anshun and others who served him, but also Fu'an followed him out of Guanju Palace. When they saw that he was indeed going to Changchun Palace, they hurried all the way to the Imperial Hospital.

……

While Fu'an rushed to invite the imperial physician, Shi Liu and An Lan, who stayed in Fanghua Palace, were also taking good care of Shen Qingtang.

At this time, Shen Qingtang was lying on the bed, with her messy hair scattered on the pillow, adding a bit of charming beauty to her bright and flushed face.

She was conscious but her body was out of her control.

...Could it be that my body is having an immune rejection reaction?
When Shen Qingtang was guessing in her heart, Shi Liu's panicked voice rang in her ears.

"Oh, this won't do. My lady's body is too hot. It won't be good if she continues to burn like this." Shi Liu touched Shen Qingtang's forehead, her eyes turned red with anxiety.

"It's a pity that Amber is not here at this time." An Lan was also very anxious. "Wet compress on the forehead can't reduce the temperature. How about-"

"Okay! Let's do this. Before the imperial physician comes, we will help the young lady put on her clothes."

The two hit it off immediately, and just as they were taking off the dress from Shen Qingtang, Shen Qingtang suddenly felt her body lighten.

She felt refreshed, as if her imprisoned soul floated up from her heavy body...

……Help!
Such a familiar feeling!

When she was created, her soul also left her body, and then -

Almost whatever I think of comes to pass.

Shen Qingtang felt a strange pulling force, as if a rope was put around her, and in the blink of an eye, the lively and beautiful her was quickly pulled away from the Fanghua Palace.

It was all white, and when she couldn't see anything, a familiar voice came from the void.

"…Eat slowly, be careful not to choke."

"Eight Treasure Duck Soup, the one from my mother's palace is the most authentic."

The woman's gentle and warm voice is like a breeze in spring, which has a soothing power when it blows past your ears.

Shen Qingtang thought about it. The only people in the palace who had sons by their side were Concubine Xi, who followed the Queen Mother to worship Buddha at Dingguo Temple, and Concubine Liang, who was interested in making friends with her...

So she went to Concubine Liang's Changchun Palace?
Shen Qingtang was just thinking about this when the Third Prince took a sip of the soup. His childish voice seemed to be mixed with a hint of hesitation and rang out clearly in the void.

"Mother, is Concubine Shu really ill?"

As if she was asked, Concubine Liang couldn't help but laugh.

"Why would Yi'er ask that? Could it be that the illness is fake?"

She is really sick.

Shen Qingtang had just complained about herself in her heart when the familiar pulling force suddenly pulled her somewhere else. As she floated away, she could vaguely hear the little boy complaining.

"...When she arrived at Fanghua Palace, she claimed to be ill and could not leave. Don't you think it's a coincidence..."

No, kid, I'm really sick!

Shen Qingtang wanted to explain, but he couldn't even open his mouth, and was almost blinded by a dazzling cold light.

"Xie Chengyu, can you do it?!"

(End of this chapter)