Su Rong sat up, her illness and two months of being busy had left her losing quite a few pounds. No matter how Nurse Zhao instructed the imperial kitchen to concoct nourishing soups for her, nothing could slow her weight loss. She herself felt her wrists had become thinner.
She looked down at herself and nodded, "What the Queen said is correct. However, the busiest time in Nanchu was probably just this year after the rebellion and the war. For the next nine years, as long as everything is on track, orderly, I don't see it being too busy."
Nangong Xin neither agreed nor disagreed, found a chair, and sat down, "You lie down! I'll stay here to keep an eye on you."
