"Ugh, I really don’t feel like drinking it."
But since it was both Zhao Minghua and Mrs. Zhou’s kind gesture, Chun Nuan had no choice but to take the bowl and drink the fish soup,
though as soon as it reached her lips, she suddenly felt uncomfortable, and then her stomach churned.
Chun Nuan quickly put down the bowl and ran to the lavatory, vomiting until she was dizzy.
"Young mistress, are you alright?"
Bai He was taken aback: "Do you need to get a doctor?"
Chun Nuan ignored her, continuing to vomit until even bile ca up before she felt sowhat better.
Bai He quickly poured a cup of warm water and brought it for her to rinse her mouth with.
"Young mistress, shall I call Doctor Chen to check on you?"
"Check for what?" Ding Xiang walked in: "What’s troubling the young mistress?"
"I’m fine, don’t make a fuss."
Chun Nuan felt very irritable and didn’t want to hear them speaking loudly.
The two exchanged a look and fell silent.
After a while, Bai He was still worried.
"The young mistress just vomited."
She asked Ding Xiang whether to call a doctor or inform the young master.
"I’ve told you to be quiet; leave in peace."
Chun Nuan was almost about to lose her temper.
She had always had a good temper, always gentle and kind to the servants, never this irritable.
Once again, they fell silent.
Suddenly Ding Xiang rembered.
"Young mistress, even if you punish , I must speak." Ding Xiang said, "Bai He said you just threw up, and then I rembered, you should have changed on the sixth, and it’s already the eighteenth. Haven’t you changed, are you unwell?"
Chun Nuan looked at Ding Xiang, the girl reminded her just in ti!
She truly thought she just had a stomach ailnt.
In fact...
Hmm, quickly, she checked her own pulse.
Indeed, it was a slippery pulse!
"Young mistress, are you alright?"
Seeing Chun Nuan check her pulse, the two maids finally rembered: their mistress was the legitimate granddaughter of Doctor Xiao, a direct descendant, so minor ailnts were no challenge for her, and she could diagnose herself.
"Young mistress..."
"I’m alright, inform Mrs. Zhou that I’ve been eating oily and greasy food lately, please prepare sothing light and refreshing for ."
What could be wrong?
No, there is indeed sothing, a slippery pulse, though the days are still early, she diagnosed it herself.
According to her calculations, it happened that day during broad daylight, sowing the seeds.
Recalling it made her a bit frightened, luckily she hadn’t let him ss around in recent days.
"Ding Xiang, have Qingsheng co over."
"Yes, young mistress."
Why call for Qingsheng?
Anyway, she should do as her mistress instructed.
Qingsheng was dumbfounded after receiving the young mistress’s orders.
"Young mistress, you said to tidy up the study so that starting tonight, the young master will sleep there?"
Did he mishear sothing?
Ever since the young master got married, except when out on business, hasn’t he spent every night in the Nuangxiang Pavilion?
Even during the young mistress’s inconvenient tis, they hadn’t slept apart, and today she wants him to tidy up the study and have the young master sleep there?
What on earth did the young master do to deserve such wrath?
The young mistress felt so upset with him, so much that she’s barring him from the room?
Also, if he does tidy it up, and the young master disagrees, wouldn’t that an getting scolded?
"Young mistress, is this the young master’s order?"
Um, sothing feels off.
"No, it’s my order, aren’t you going to follow it?"
Chun Nuan challenged him, "Didn’t your young master say that in the Nuanchun Pavilion, I make the decisions and you must listen to , do you have an objection?"
"I wouldn’t dare, I absolutely wouldn’t dare have an objection, I only have a suggestion."
Qingsheng, full of survival instinct, knew he couldn’t afford to offend either the young mistress or the young master; it was better to ask clearly.
To avoid being caught in the crossfire.
"If you don’t dare, then go and do it, stop wasting ti here."
"Yes, young mistress."
Truly, it was alarming, the young master really upset the young mistress this ti. The young mistress would never speak like this before, always courteous to the servants, and now she was almost outright scolding them.
No idea what the young master did to make the young mistress this angry, maybe it’s best to give him a heads-up.
Zhao Minghua returned from handling matters outside, not even having stepped into Nuangxiang Pavilion when Qingsheng stopped him.
"Young master, I need to ask you sothing."
"If you have sothing to say, then say it, if it’s gas, then let it out, can’t you see I’m busy?"
He had important news for Chun Nuan.
"Young master, what did you do to upset the young mistress?"
Upset whom?
"The young mistress doesn’t allow you to stay in Nuangxiang Pavilion anymore, instructed to tidy up the study for you to sleep in tonight."
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