Liutong Pavilion.
Madam Jiang was reclining on the beauty couch by the south window in her main room, pressing her chest and gasping for air. With so many things happening at once in this household, she had been spinning around like a top all day long, and finally taking a break, her throat was already burning.
"Madam, what's wrong?" Qing Yang moved the ice basin closer, noticing Madam Jiang's discomfort, and couldn't help but worry.
Madam Jiang exhaled and said, "I don't know, feeling stifled since this morning, and with things happening one after another, it's getting more oppressive, my heart isn't at ease."
She couldn't quite understand the source of this unease, only that it felt both empty and heavy, very uncomfortable.
Qing Yang said, "The weather is stifling these days, with so much happening suddenly, perhaps it's heatstroke. Shouldn't we call the Doctor to check your pulse?"
