The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Ji Wuyuan's evil face was gloomy and his pair of phoenix eyes were full of coldness.

His whole body was chilled, and the doctor's hand trembled in fear while taking his pulse.

A group of imperial doctors gathered outside the bed, all of them with tense expressions. An oppressive atmosphere enveloped the entire hall like a dark cloud.

The leading imperial physician's forehead was covered in beads of sweat. He carefully examined Jiang Wantang's pulse and said, "According to the pulse, Your Majesty must have caught a cold recently. The cold air has entered your body and triggered your old illness."

As soon as these words were spoken, the chill around Ji Wuyuan instantly subsided.

The imperial physician breathed a sigh of relief: "That's why, during your period, your Majesty experiences blood stagnation and unbearable pain. In severe cases, you may even faint."

Ji Wuyuan looked solemn, with his brows furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

So... it was because of the last time you knelt outside the temple and got caught in the rain that the cold air entered your body?

Ji Wuyuan lowered his eyes and looked at the pale Jiang Wantang in his arms. He raised his hand and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, but the words he said were chilling.

He opened his thin lips slightly, his expression cold and icy: "Heal her."

"Otherwise, your entire Imperial Hospital will die!"

The imperial doctors were so frightened that they immediately knelt on the ground, trembling.

Their voices trembled as they said, "Your Majesty, please calm down. We will do our best to heal Her Majesty."

The chief physician said, "I will go and prescribe some medicine to take good care of your Majesty."

Jiang Wantang's eyelashes trembled in his arms, but she was not actually dizzy.

She hadn't expected her cold to be so severe. In the past, it was more difficult during menstruation and in winter.

She lay quietly in Ji Wuyuan's arms, listening to his strong heartbeat.

Ji Wuyuan's embrace was warm without the coldness.

It turns out that such a cold-blooded and heartless person also has warm flesh and blood and breathes.

The next moment, Jiang Wantang felt a warm big palm covering her lower abdomen.

Immediately afterwards, she felt waves of warmth passing through his big palm to her lower abdomen.

The pain gradually eased, and a warm and comfortable feeling flowed into the body.

Gradually, a feeling of sleepiness came over him and Jiang Wantang fell into a deep sleep.

In a daze, she felt someone kissing her, and then she tasted a bitter taste of medicine entering her throat.

She wanted to struggle, but couldn't break free.

What Jiang Wantang didn't know was that Ji Wuyuan held her in the same position and guarded her in the inner hall of the imperial study all night long, not allowing anyone or anything to disturb her.

It was not until the imperial physician said that she was no longer seriously ill and could just take a good sleep and recuperate in the future that she got up to attend the morning court.

Because there was a sleeping pill in the soup, Jiang Wantang slept particularly soundly.

The morning sunlight quietly filtered through the carved windows and poured into the hall. A gentle breeze blew by, causing the thin, bright yellow gauze curtains to flutter gently.

The sunlight shines softly through the gauze curtain onto the beautiful girl sleeping on the couch, as if she is covered with a layer of golden gauze. Her hair is scattered on the pillow like ink, and a few strands are slightly shining in the sunlight, holy and beautiful.

When Ji Wuyuan returned from court, he saw such a peaceful and beautiful scene.

He looked for a while, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and then he walked to the outer hall to deal with the memorials.

When Jiang Wantang woke up, he heard a soft, gentle and concerned female voice coming from outside.

"I heard that Your Majesty summoned the imperial physician last night, but you are not feeling well?"

It was the voice of Concubine Bai Weiwei.

Ji Wuyuan replied in a dull voice: "No."

After that, there was no response.

Jiang Wantang blinked her big eyes and looked around, and found that she was still in Ji Wuyuan's study.

She didn't care what they were saying, she just felt thirsty after waking up and wanted to drink some water.

But there was no palace servant in the hall, and Jiang Wantang didn't want to disturb the two people outside, so she propped herself up and got out of bed to pour a glass of water from the table beside her.

Only when she stood up did she realize that she was wearing Ji Wuyuan's silk undergarment. The hem of the undergarment was too long, so she tripped and fell to the ground as soon as she took a step, screaming in pain.

It was a very shallow and light sound, and it was difficult to hear clearly.

But Ji Wuyuan in the outer hall still heard it, and immediately stood up and walked towards the inner hall under Bai Weiwei's confused gaze.

When he saw Jiang Wantang sitting on the ground, his pupils suddenly shrank. He walked over quickly, picked her up and carried her to the bed.

Ji Wuyuan's face showed panic and concern, and he said softly, "Why didn't you call me when you woke up?"

Jiang Wantang's eyes widened, a little surprised by the gentleness in Ji Wuyuan's words.

Perhaps she had just woken up after a long sleep, so her voice was very soft and a little hoarse: "I want to drink some water..."

So Ji Wuyuan immediately stood up, poured her a glass of water, and personally fed it to her mouth.

Jiang Wantang was stunned and felt a little flattered.

Then, under Ji Wuyuan's gaze, he drank half a cup of water.

Ji Wuyuan raised his hand and touched her head, then asked, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"

Jiang Wantang nodded and said, "I am not picky about food."

During the few days that he had her serve him personally, Ji Wuyuan also noticed that this little cat ate everything and was not picky about food.

Ji Wuyuan looked at her with a faint smile between his eyebrows and eyes: "Okay, I'll have someone bring in the food right now."

He completely ignored Bai Weiwei who was still waiting outside the hall.

The palace servants brought delicious meals into the inner hall.

Who is inside? Who is sick?

Even if Bai Weiwei was stupid, she could still guess roughly.

She still didn't show much emotion on her face, but her hands hidden in her sleeves were clenched tightly, and her palms were a bloody mess.

Wang Fuhai saw her being left aside and approached her thoughtfully, "Empress Xianfei, His Majesty is busy with something, please see..."

Bai Weiwei smiled calmly: "Okay, then I will come to visit Your Majesty again later."

After leaving the imperial study, the forced smile on Concubine Xian's face almost disappeared.

Inside the hall, Ji Wuyuan carried Jiang Wantang to the low stool in front of the table and placed the prepared medicinal soup in front of her.

Jiang Wantang glanced at the table filled with temptingly colorful and exquisite meals: steamed sea bass, blanched shrimp, steamed short ribs, bird's nest soup, and rouge goose breast...

She suppressed her cravings and said, "How can I, a concubine, eat so much by myself?"

"Hmm." Ji Wuyuan paused, and said in a gentle tone: "Eat slowly, eat whatever you want, you don't have to finish it all."

Jiang Wantang blinked and looked at Ji Wuyuan in front of her with some disbelief.

Why did she feel like he was a different person when she woke up?

Just like now, Ji Wuyuan not only accompanied her for meals, but also condescended to serve her the dishes himself.

"You just woke up, eat a light meal first."

Jiang Wantang lowered her eyes and looked at him blowing on the bowl of chicken porridge in front of her. She felt an inexplicable feeling.

She hesitated for a moment, clutching her sleeves nervously, but couldn't help asking, "Isn't Your Majesty angry?"