"Why did that inexplicable seal break?" Qiao Xiaomai asked.
"Heaven knows." Tong Sanlang sighed and changed the subject, asking, "Aren't you going to see the retired Emperor?"
"I'll go now, I'll let him know, wait for me to come back for the meal."
As she spoke, Qiao Xiaomai hurried off to the Guest House.
Upon learning that Tong Sanlang was ill, Yang Wenxiao immediately suggested they send for the Imperial Doctor, but Qiao Xiaomai shook her head in refusal, "He's fine, he just caught a cold and will recover after lying down for a few days. He never takes medicine, says that 'all medicine contains some poison.'"
When Yang Wenxiao heard this, he couldn't help but laugh, "He's quite stubborn, isn't he?"
"Isn't he just? But anyway, he's got a strong constitution, so we'll just let him get through it by resting for a few days. If it really gets bad, then we'll ask the Imperial Doctor to take a look."
