Beauty Zhou thought about the helplessness of falling into the water, and the hand she grabbed onto near the brink of death.
So small, yet it gave her infinite strength.
If it weren’t for Beauty Qing, she might have sunk to the bottom and lost her life.
Thinking this, Beauty Zhou’s voice softened: "It was my fault, I made sister sad."
She supported Beauty Qing’s wrist, helping her to sit on the bed.
"Sister was just considering that, though you are no longer a Noble and now on equal standing with me, you have a title. In the palace, how can I dare call myself ’sister’ anymore?"
Beauty Zhou felt very guilty.
"Sister, though we’ve lived together for months, and were not acquainted before coming here, in this Imperial Palace, we are sisters. I genuinely call you sister, not because of status, but because you are my sister."
"Please don’t become distant from me because of this."
"Indeed, it was my fault, I won’t behave like this again."
After seeing off Beauty Zhou, Beauty Qing leaned weakly against the headboard, pressing her lips tightly together, her pale complexion turning even more visible.
"Master, would you like to rest? Shall I help you change clothes?" Shui Bai said softly.
"I’m fine, what’s the situation with Shui Yun?"
"Shui Yun is much better, but the Emperor’s actions today have pushed Master into the spotlight. How does Master plan to cope next?"
"What else can be done?" Beauty Qing closed her eyes in exhaustion: "The Emperor placed me in this position, if I endure any longer, it would be a joke."
Since she decided to follow the path of the Empress Dowager, she hadn’t wished to endure.
"Help me up, I want to transcribe the Buddhist scriptures."
Shui Bai advised disapprovingly: "Master, though you aren’t genuinely suffering from heatstroke, the discomfort is real. It’s better to rest in bed now."
If not, it’s uncertain whether you’ll recover by tomorrow.
"Do as I say, I understand my own body well, go fetch the palace attire." Beauty Qing said wearily.
The Emperor granted her the title Qing, Qing, not Sunny, how ironic.
Beauty Zhou returned to Zhengxuan with Mingzhu attending to her.
Seeing Mingzhu, she hesitated before recalling: "How is Sister Mingzhen? Has the Imperial Physician been summoned to check?"
Mingzhu replied softly: "Sister Mingzhen was carried back to her room; the Emperor ordered her to be beaten. No one dares to summon the Imperial Physician."
Beauty Zhou pressed her lips tightly together, got up to search the box, then took the medicine bottle to Mingzhen’s room.
Imperial Study.
Li Yuyu, who should have been helping Yan Xiu with ink preparation, was now reclining in a rocking chair by the window, with snacks and fruits on the side table, attended by Feng Yin, who fanned her.
The warm sunlight shone on her face, and Li Yuyu gradually felt sleepy.
While reviewing memorials, Yan Xiu looked up in Li Yuyu’s direction, seeing her dozing appearance. He put down the brush and rose from the dragon chair.
Feng Yin saw Yan Xiu and was about to bow, but was stopped by a gesture from Yan Xiu.
Yan Xiu took the fan from Feng Yin’s hand, waved it, and motioned for her to leave.
Feng Yin bowed and quietly retreated.
Without the cool breeze, Li Yuyu felt uncomfortable with the heat after sleeping a while, furrowed her brows slightly, and slowly opened her eyes.
!
Why is Yan Xiu here?
Li Yuyu blinked and then noticed the fan in Yan Xiu’s hand, immediately waking up, secretly pinching herself, and tearfully spoke: "Emperor, what merit or virtue do I possess, to trouble the Emperor to fan me? Uh-huh, I am terrified..."