"Ah Jiu, you should go back and rest first, I will have the guard call Uncle Zhai if needed," Jun Yuyan said to Murong Jiu after entering the water.
She was already suffering from severe morning sickness, and now the pool was filled with the strong scent of medicinal herbs, which he feared might worsen her nausea.
"It's okay, I've been accustomed to these herbs since childhood, they won't make me feel uncomfortable. Don't worry. On the other hand, the herbs your master used are very strong, you will soon be in unbearable pain. I must watch over you closely to prevent any problems," she reassured him.
She was right; no sooner had her words fallen than Jun Yuyan felt a bone-deep agonizing pain in his injured leg.
Though he remained silent, Murong Jiu noticed the subtle changes in his expression.
He was adept at bearing extreme pain in silence.
Murong Jiu felt a wave of pity for him, but there was nothing she could do to help.
