The Fourth Madam's eyes flashed with a hint of admiration.
"Well done, just make sure not to tell the Prince about her illness."
Hmph, she thinks she can win the Prince's favor this way? Wishful thinking!
"Chun'er, go get my box of medicine." A hint of scheming crossed the Fourth Madam's eyes.
"Yes." Chun'er smiled and fetched the medicine for her.
Opening the brocade box, there were five white medicine pills inside.
With her fingers adorned in pink nail polish, the Fourth Madam pinched one and placed it in her mouth, washing it down with the tea Chun'er brought.
After a while, her body began to weaken, and her rosy face turned pale.
Chun'er hurriedly helped her lie down on the bed.
The Fourth Madam instructed, "Go and call a doctor for me. You know what to do next, right?"
"I understand." Chun'er smiled.
She had served her mistress for nearly ten years; she could almost always guess her every thought.
