Transmigrated into a book? A vicious female supporting character? A senior sister? Tsk tsk!

Therefore, even now, she is still not engaged or married. Upon learning that her "mother-in-law" is still in the Prime Minister's residence, Tang Xinyan secretly went to the backyard of the Prime Minister's house.

They found the courtyard where "Grandma" lived and listened to the servants' opinions of her. Fortunately, their opinions were all consistent.

Finally, Tang Xinyan, satisfied, arrived at her "mother-in-law's" bedroom. Inside, a beautiful woman sat on the edge of the bed, her brows slightly furrowed.

Holding a damp handkerchief, she wiped the sweat from the forehead of her "mother-in-law" lying on the bed. A maidservant standing nearby said with concern:

"Madam, let me do it. You didn't get enough rest last night, and you've been taking care of me all morning. Why don't you go and rest first?"

The lady did not get up, her eyes slightly red as she sighed:

"It's alright, Chunlan, I'm not tired. But Chun'er's fever won't go down, how can I sleep? Sigh, Chunlan, you know... why is Chun'er's life so miserable..."

Seeing that her mistress was starting to cry again, Chunlan couldn't help but get teary-eyed herself. Not wanting her mistress to remain sad, she could only offer words of comfort:

"Don't worry, Madam. Someone as good as Miss will definitely get better. You must take good care of yourself, otherwise you'll be sad again when Miss wakes up."

The lady was about to nod when she suddenly noticed her "mother-in-law" on the bed. Her eyelids twitched, and then she opened them slightly.

The lady was overjoyed:

"Chun'er, you're awake? How are you feeling?"

Chun'er opened her mouth slightly, but only managed a hoarse cry: "Mother."

Seeing this, Chunlan quickly poured a cup of water, served Chun'er a couple of sips, and then hurriedly said to the madam:

"Madam, this servant will go to the small kitchen to fetch the medicine."

After Chunlan left, the lady saw Chun'er on the bed, who seemed about to close her eyes again, and hurriedly reminded her with heartache and helplessness:

"Chun'er, just bear with it a little longer. I know you're feeling unwell, but you have to take your medicine on time. Let's take your medicine and then go to sleep, okay?"

Chun'er gave a weak "hmm," and the madam, afraid Chun'er would fall asleep, quickly continued speaking. Her tone was slightly reproachful, yet also contained hidden heartache, as she criticized:

"Chun'er, I know you're upset, but I'm only saying this for your own good. If you were healthy, I wouldn't stop you from running around as much as you want."

You could have gone to Shanquan Temple anytime, but you insisted on going yesterday despite the heavy rain. Look at yourself now...sigh...

To be honest, seeing you with such a high fever last night, I didn't dare close my eyes all night, I was just afraid... just afraid..."

At this point, the lady choked up and couldn't continue. Chun'er, her face full of guilt, said weakly:

"I'm so sorry, Mother, I've troubled you. Your daughter... Your daughter is unfilial... cough cough cough..."

Seeing that Chun'er was coughing badly, the madam hurriedly patted her back and anxiously comforted her:

"Alright, alright, it's all your fault, I shouldn't have said those things. I know Chun'er made a vow, and yesterday she wanted to go and deliver the scriptures to fulfill that vow."

Mother shouldn't blame you, it's just that I didn't think things through and didn't make proper arrangements for you, causing Chun'er to catch a cold. It's all my fault..."

"Cough cough cough......"

Chun'er wanted to retort, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she started coughing. The madam was extremely anxious, trying to soothe her while patting her back.

He kept turning back anxiously, hoping Chunlan would return soon. Fortunately, Chunlan returned in a hurry with the medicine in her hands.

The lady hurriedly instructed Chunlan:

"Quick, Chunlan, give me the medicine."

Seeing Chun'er coughing so hard her face was flushed and she could barely breathe, Chunlan quickly ran over and handed the medicine bowl to the lady.

They then went to the other side, helped Chun'er up, and together they fed her the medicine. After seeing her drink the medicine and her complexion ease slightly, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that Chun'er was about to say something, the madam quickly interrupted her:

"Chun'er, I understand. You don't need to explain. Take your medicine, lie down and get a good night's sleep. Once the fever goes down and you feel better, we can talk again."

Chun'er was indeed feeling unwell, and having coughed for so long had taken a toll on her energy. Hearing her mother's comforting words, she nodded slightly.

With Chunlan's help, she lay down and fell asleep again. After her breathing stabilized, the lady said to Chunlan:

"Chunlan, you keep a close eye on Miss. I'm going to take a nap on the soft couch over there. If Miss needs anything, call me immediately."

Chunlan respectfully said:

"Yes, ma'am."

Seeing this, Tang Xinyan, who was hiding in the corner, sighed silently and left the Prime Minister's residence for the time being. She decided to come back later that evening.

After the maids have all fallen asleep, give the mother-in-law her medicine. If she sleeps through the night like this, she will feel better the next day, which is quite reasonable.

Tang Xinyan strolled along the street and came to a teahouse, intending to listen to a storyteller. She asked for a private room, and had just poured herself a cup of tea when she heard two people enter from the next room.

The storyteller hadn't started yet, and most of the guests were chatting casually. Not long after the two people next to them sat down, they heard one of them, let's call him Passerby A, say:

"Hey, this morning at court, I noticed the Prime Minister didn't look well. Do you think his daughter is sick again?"

Another person, referred to as Passerby B, sighed and said regretfully:

"That's right, I heard he caught a cold while delivering scriptures at Shanquan Temple."

The voice of the passerby was full of disapproval and speechlessness:

"No way? It was raining so hard yesterday, and she knew she wasn't feeling well, yet she still went? Is this Prime Minister's daughter trying to kill herself?"

Passerby B hurriedly reminded:

"Shh, keep your voice down. You dare to talk nonsense about the Prime Minister's daughter? Do you have a death wish?"

Passerby A sounded a little guilty and chuckled awkwardly:

"Hehe, I just spoke offhand. It's mainly because her behavior is really hard to understand."

Passerby B sighed:

“What’s so hard to understand? They are genuinely good-hearted and devout Buddhists. They promised to deliver the sutra the day after they finished copying it. How could they break their promise just because of the rain?”

After a moment of silence in the room, Passerby A looked a little embarrassed.

"I see. That's truly admirable. Let alone a young lady from a wealthy family, how many men can be so trustworthy? Such a temperament is indeed rare. It's just a pity that she's not in good health."

Passerby A deliberately lowered his voice:

"Let me tell you, people are saying that the Prime Minister's daughter is the reincarnation of some god or Buddha, and has come to the human world to suffer."

Passerby B also lowered his voice:

"I've also heard that the Prime Minister's family distributes porridge and makes donations every year, all for the sake of this young lady, and it's all because of her own efforts."

As long as her health permitted, she often went out to do good deeds. Many poor people in the city had received kindness from this young lady, and it was said that some even offered her longevity tablets.

Passerby A was helpless:

"If gods and Buddhas were truly effective, why didn't they help the Prime Minister's daughter recover?"