Xie Qiao had trouble breathing. Zhao Xuanjing had noticed that long ago.
No matter what she did, she would always hold her breath. She had to finish what she started. Every time, she would exhaust all of her ability and energy before she would give up.
She was stubborn, but she was so kind that it made people unable to be angry at her.
Zhao Xuanjing placed his palm on her forehead.
She did not have a fever. She was probably just exhausted.
The doctor was with her, but he did not dare to get Xie Qiao to take the medicine. After all, her health was lacking, and she had already taken other medicine. If the effects of the medicine were to clash, she would be in big trouble.
Moreover, she had been trying so hard to hide her identity every day. Now that her makeup was so bad, she would be pissed if she found out that she was exposed.
Zhao Xuanjing thought for a moment and looked around in the carriage.
