The next day, he woke up with a headache, and a burning throat. Despite being tightly wrapped in blankets, he was shivering, covered in cold sweat.
He got sick. Again.
Was it because he didn't dry his hair properly? It was already fall, after all. In the evenings, the air got quite cold. And as he walked to the dining room for dinner, he passed by plenty of open windows, fresh out of shower, wearing only a thin layer of clothes, quickly put on his still slightly damp skin…
Prince Allen's body was frail and delicate, so catching a cold was not that surprising.
Yu Qingyu dropped back on the pillows with a groan, reaching for the bell on the bedside table, and ringing to summon servants. He wasn't used to being taken care of, even when sick, but it would be weird if the second prince went wandering around on his own with a fever.
