Pei Yan was startled.
With a long reach, he carefully placed Ling on the padded bench on the other side.
Freeing his hands, he wrapped an arm around Mei Wanying's shoulders and studied her reaction. "Is your stomach upset?"
Mei Wanying nodded.
The discomfort had come on suddenly. She tried hard to recall what she had eaten and drunk.
She couldn't think of anything out of the ordinary.
Pei Yan wasn't a doctor; he couldn't be sure what was causing her stomach discomfort.
Seeing Mei Wanying's delicate brows furrowed in discomfort, the man's expression grew grim.
He threw open the carriage curtain and ordered the people outside, "Summon the Imperial Physician! Quickly!"
He also had the carriage stopped, afraid the swaying would make Mei Wanying even more uncomfortable.
The moment the carriage came to a steady halt, Ling scrambled down from the padded bench.
She leaned against Mei Wanying's knees and asked worriedly, "Mother, what's wrong?"
