The room was heated by a stove, walking into it in deep autumn was like bathing in sunlight, extremely warm. Lady Zhang prepared a warm bath for Mi Yao, who continued to shiver; her body just couldn't shake off the cold.
Lady Zhang knew Mi Yao had fallen ill and would be very sensitive to the cold in the future.
Soon, Mi Yao fell asleep holding a pillow tightly, humming a lullaby while she slept.
Young Master Fan Nuo stood beside the bed, watching Mi Yao, speechlessly, the agony in his eyes nearly spilling over. Lady Zhang dared not say anything and left the room.
That night, Young Master Fan Nuo did not sleep a wink by Mi Yao's bedside.
By early morning, people in the palace began to talk—
"Do you know, it seems Lady Mi... has gone mad."
"Oh no, really?"
"Why not? President Huangfu fell off a cliff and was beyond recovery, and Lady Mi lost the child she was carrying. Who could handle such a blow?"
