Hua Yan, having finished her midday meal at the Phoenix Eastern Garden, donned her raincoat and, together with Qiuyue, returned to the Phoenix West Garden.
The rain had been so torrential that, despite the numerous drainage channels in the Eastern Palace, the water still piled up, rising half a foot above the ground.
The butler wanted to order someone to carry the sedan chair, but Hua Yan waved her hand to refuse. She stepped into the water, feeling the bone-chilling cold with each step she took. All she could think about was Su Zizhan, and how the cold had seeped into his bones. In this kind of weather, he would surely feel even colder.
After walking a distance, she said in a low voice to Qiuyue, "Find an opportunity to take Su Zizhan's pulse for him."
Qiuyue glanced at Hua Yan and silently nodded her head.
Upon returning to the West Garden, both Hua Yan and Qiuyue were soaked below their calves.