She stirred lazily. Although she felt some discomfort in her body, it was manageable. Someone had conscientiously applied medicine to her, ensuring that she wouldn't be bedridden.
Baihe, who was guarding outside, heard the faint sound of movement and first poured water for the Empress to wash up, then entered the bedroom to help her change clothes. Seeing the red marks on the Empress's body, her face flushed with embarrassment, and inwardly, she resented the Emperor for not being more gentle, not understanding how to value and cherish the fairer sex. Far away in the Imperial Study, someone sneezed vigorously. If he had known what Baihe was thinking, he might have felt wronged; he had already been as gentle as possible. It was just that she was too delicate, her fair skin reddening at the slightest touch.
