Sometimes, when he's not lucid, it ironically makes it easier for others to approach him.
After Jingri brought the hot water, Chu Qianli began wiping Feng Yexuan's body as she said:
"You all are too close to him. If the Prince truly gets infected, you'll also be in danger. Go to the outer room, take some medicine, and get some rest."
"Miss, you're the one closest to the Prince. If we're talking about danger, you're at greater risk than any of us."
Wangyue sighed silently.
What a wonderful woman she is!
Why is it that the Prince has utterly lost all feelings for her now?
And instead, he showers that pretentious Fen Ling with endless care?
Who can tell them why this is happening?
That night, Fen Ling had also come by but only lingered far outside the door, merely glancing in and asking after the situation.
In the late hours, around dawn, Feng Yexuan indeed spiked a high fever.
Chu Qianli measured his temperature with a thermometer — it soared to forty-one degrees.
