Upon hearing this, Hai Yue quickly pulled open the thin quilt and spoke to the person outside, "Yueyuan, cough, cough, I heard the Old Madam didn't rest well yesterday. It's entirely my fault for being useless. I'm fine now... cough, cough... No need to trouble anyone else. If they don't manage well, won't it make the Old Madam uncomfortable?"
Due to her anxiousness, she choked on her own saliva while speaking and coughed several times.
Yueyuan, although preferring Hai Yue to massage the Old Madam—believing that her absence would indeed cause discomfort—now realized from Hai Yue's coughing that she hadn't recovered yet.
The Old Madam was advanced in age; if she caught an illness, nobody could bear the responsibility.
"Hai Yue, you should rest well. I know you're devoted to the Old Madam, but you need to take care of yourself. Otherwise, your condition might worsen."
With that said, Yueyuan took Haitang away.
Behind them, Hai Yue bit her lips hard.
