Qian Yixiu had been lying in bed for over half a month, drinking many bitter medicinal soups. When she occasionally got up to move, she could only walk slowly within the confines of the small room.
In the past dozen or so days, a continuous spring rain had fallen outside, and the temperature had also suddenly dropped a bit. Lady Wu, fearing that the draft would worsen her daughter's condition, didn't allow her to leave the room, and even kept the door of the room tightly closed. Normally, it was Qian Manxia who would bring in meals for the two of them to eat, and they also had to attend to physiological needs within the room.
However, the smell in the room was truly unpleasant.
