"Your Highness, now that you have eaten the meal, what should we do next...?"
"Naturally, I'll pretend to be ill, claiming that the food upset my stomach."
Concubine Yu furrowed her brow and put a hand on her lower abdomen, uttering a low hum.
Chunxiao couldn't help but laugh, "Your Highness, you should rest in bed first, and you can pretend to be sick when the Emperor arrives."
"Help me up," Concubine Yu extended her hand to her.
Chunxiao hurriedly assisted her. After standing up, Concubine Yu groaned, and her face turned pale: "Why... why does my stomach hurt a bit?"
The color drained from Chunxiao's face as well: "What happened? Your Highness, please lie down at once."
Concubine Yu lay down, but to her dismay, she felt worse. Pain gripped her lower abdomen and she began to itch all over.
She kept scratching her arm and her voice trembled: "What's going on? I feel uncomfortable all over."
