On November 17th, the sky was clear and refreshing winds blew.
It was nice weather after the continuous gloom of the past half month.
The Zhus' residence.
Zhu Xiangxiang came out of Lin Qing's room with a bowl of medicine. Madam Zhou sighed, "The Madam was fine, but suddenly fell ill."
Since Elder Theodore Shelby's banquet, Lin Qing's health had not been great. Madam Zhou saw it all; it was the Madam who was worrying too much.
"Dr. Wu came to check and said it's Madam's old illness. Just give her the prescription that Miss had before. It should be correct."
Madam Zhou subconsciously looked at Zhu Xiangxiang, seeing her with a calm expression, and couldn't help but feel relieved.
The "Miss" she referred to was of course Ming Jing. In the past, whenever Ming Jing was mentioned, Zhu Xiangxiang's mood would worsen.
However, after returning from their trip to Jingzhou, she seemed to be much calmer.
