The following day.
The clear skies were still swept by the northern wind, and even the sunlight couldn't bring warmth.
However, someone in Shuanghua Residence had fallen ill, and quite seriously at that.
"Cough, cough--!"
While writhing in bed, Lin Jiaojiao's coughs were severe, even worse than those suffering from consumption.
Sir Yu had examined her and concluded that she had caught a cold. The servants were preparing medicine for her at the moment.
"Your Highness, please have some hot water," Xuemei, holding a cup of water in her hand, said. She felt sorry for her mistress, who couldn't stop coughing.
"Cough, cough..."
Lin Jiaojiao waved her hand, only feeling a headache and dizziness, painful and uncomfortable as though her throat was clotting. The worst part was, she couldn't breathe through her nose, and breathing through her mouth only caused her throat to ache and itch, leading to more coughs.
