Concubine Li certainly didn't hit her.
If Attendant Lady Xi was sent onto the carriage with a slap mark, the Emperor would first ask her what happened, and she wouldn't fall for this scheme: "Get up, freshen up and prepare to leave."
"Concubine Li sister, I'm ill and can't go."
Yun Jiao's voice was even more tender when she was extremely sleepy.
Concubine Li tried to lift her up, but Yun Jiao just leaned back onto her soft white cushion and continued to doze off: "You can't not go, what if you don't go and the Emperor doesn't let me accompany him? Wake up!"
Concubine Li vigorously shook her.
But a strong person never complains about their circumstances, and Yun Jiao found the midst of wind and rain particularly conducive to sleep.
Yun Jiao wasn't heavy, but Concubine Li was a delicate woman too, and seeing her lady was nearly out of breath from pressure, two palace maids had to team up to lift Attendant Lady Xi up.
"You drooled all over me!"
