There were successive reports of victory from the front lines, and Su Ying didn't ask any further questions after seeing that there weren't any problems.
Primarily, it was also because she had been very tired recently for some reason. She couldn't get enough sleep somehow and the food that she usually craved did not taste good anymore.
Zhou Qing carried the food container into the hall. Su Ying felt a wave of nausea when she smelled the meat buns.
"Ugh!"
Zhou Qing got a shock. She quickly put down the food container and rushed forward with the spittoon.
"Your Imperial Highness, are you alright?"
Su Ying vomited two mouthfuls of sour-tasting water before her stomach felt a little better.
"I'm fine. Maybe I've been suffering from gastroenteritis these past few days. My stomach isn't feeling good."
Su Ying was very puzzled. Why was there a problem with her stomach which was as strong as iron?
