Ling Hua pushed open Yan Qing's door, deftly made her way through the outer drawing hall, and entered his inner chamber.
Yan Qing abruptly sat up on the bed, "Didn't you say you weren't coming?"
He never thought of Ling Hua as someone who went back on her words, and had assumed she wouldn't bother him today. Yet, after a sound sleep, here she was doing the opposite. What kind of problem was this?
Ling Hua stopped in her tracks, speaking pitifully, "Brother, I feel terrible."
Yan Qing: "..."
He got out of bed, lit a lamp, and looked at her. Indeed, she had a fever again, and her complexion was abnormal.
He thought it was a miracle that she didn't have her brain cooked to mush with the fevers that kept coming night after night, that she could go to the Imperial Palace and then safely scurry back without getting her head chopped off.