Sir Yu's prescription really was effective; Lin Jiaojiao felt considerably better when she got up the next day. Her head no longer felt groggy like the day before, although her throat was still sore.
"Your Highness, you look a lot better than yesterday," Xuemei said cheerfully as she combed Lin Jiaojiao's hair.
Without replying, Lin Jiaojiao picked up a red box with dark patterns from the dressing table. As she opened it and took out a lotus hairpin, she suddenly thought of someone.
"Where's Hehua?" she asked.
Xuemei paused, then frowned and said, "She's in Dongqing's room. Your Highness, you don't know how upset she was yesterday. This morning, she was still insisting on leaving, and it took me a while to calm her down."
"What?" Lin Jiaojiao turned to Xuemei abruptly and asked, "Why didn't you tell me yesterday?"
Xuemei was stunned, then replied in a low voice, "Your Highness, you...were sick, so I didn't want to disturb you."
