Ding Xiang came running back, out of breath.
"Miss, this is bad!"
Mei Wanying's heart sank; she had a bad feeling.
Ding Xiang spoke in a rush. "Prince Chen sent someone again! This time, it's an Imperial Physician! He insists on seeing you. Mrs. Mei couldn't stop them, and they're already heading for the rear courtyard."
The porcelain cup in her hand trembled, and a few drops of warm water splashed onto the back of her fair hand.
A sense of grim inevitability settled over Mei Wanying.
Pei Yan still wouldn't leave her be.
He was unhappy when she clung to him.
And now that she'd tactfully left, he was still dissatisfied.
'In Pei Yan's eyes, is my very breathing a mistake?'
Ding Xiang had barely returned when a person sent by Mrs. Mei arrived. "Miss, the mistress asks you to prepare. The doctor from the Capital wants to take your pulse personally."
Mei Wanying's expression was calm, but Ding Xiang was growing frantic.
"Miss, what are we going to do?"
