Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 821: Nan Feng Has a Fever, The Emperor Takes Care (1)

Chapter 821: Chapter 821: Nan Feng Has a Fever, The Emperor Takes Care (1)

Xiaoqing didn’t understand why Nan Feng was saying these things, but she knew that Nan Feng must blame her brother for not coming back for a long time, causing her to suffer here.

"Sister Nan Feng, Sister Nan Feng," Xiaoqing called out twice more, but Nan Feng still did not respond.

Xiaoqing immediately became anxious and hurried out to find an imperial doctor.

This time, two imperial doctors had accompanied her on the southern tour, one specializing in external medicine and the other in internal medicine. Xiaoqing couldn’t tell which was which and just banged on the door of one of them.

The Emperor couldn’t sleep tonight.

Restless, it was the first time he had fallen for a woman, and although he had managed to restrain himself at first, since returning from the Hunting Ground, he found he could no longer control his emotions. He really wanted to protect this woman.

So, in a bold move tonight, he had confessed his feelings, even though he knew stealing another man’s wife was despicable. But he still hoped Nan Feng could understand his feelings.

Since he couldn’t sleep, he got up, intending to take a walk in the courtyard, but then he heard Xiaoqing banging on the Imperial Physician’s door, her loud voice echoing throughout the courtyard: "Imperial Physician, our Sister Nan Feng has a fever. Can you come and take a look at her?"

The Emperor was alarmed and hurried towards Nan Feng’s room.

When Xiaoqing led the Imperial Physician inside, she saw someone rush into the room ahead of them. At the time, she hadn’t seen clearly who it was, but entering the room, she realized it was the Emperor.

"Your Majesty..." Both Xiaoqing and the Imperial Physician knelt down together.

"No need to kneel, just tend to her Illness," the Emperor said, sitting by Nan Feng’s bedside. He felt Nan Feng’s forehead, which was indeed very hot, no wonder she had been sneezing continuously in the carriage.

The Imperial Physician hurriedly knelt down, first laid a silk handkerchief on Nan Feng’s wrist, and then took her pulse: "Your Majesty, it’s just a cold. I’ll prescribe some medicine, and that should suffice!"

"Good, hurry up with the prescription!" the Emperor said, looking very urgent.

After writing the prescription, the Imperial Physician grew concerned: "Your Majesty, I’m afraid the Medical Halls in the Provincial City are all closed by now. My medicine chest only contains common ingredients like Isatis root, missing several other herbs."

The Emperor looked at Xiaoqing and handed her the prescription list: "You’re more familiar with the Provincial City, take the Imperial Physician to gather the herbs. And yes, have the governor send a few more people with you to ensure the Shopkeeper agrees to dispense medicine in the middle of the night."

If they refuse to dispense medicine, then tear down the Medical Hall!

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"..." Xiaoqing had no choice but to obey the Emperor’s command, so she tucked the prescription into her breast and left. But on reaching the door, she turned back for another look.

Was it okay for Sister Nan Feng to be without care?

Would the Emperor take care of her?

Did he know how to take care of someone?

However, seeing the Emperor’s anxious look and judging by what Xiaoqing had learned about reading people from the Shopkeeper, it seemed the Emperor might have fallen for Nan Feng.

...

After Xiaoqing and the Imperial Physician had gone out, the Emperor looked again at Nan Feng, who was lying on the bed, occasionally mumbling a sentence or two of nonsense.

She spoke very softly and quickly. He could hear some phrases clearly and others not so much, but even the ones he could understand, he didn’t grasp their meaning, like "when we get back, we can watch TV... I wonder how much box office my favorite movie made... Brother Ye, what about the honeymoon you promised?"

What on earth were all these things?

It seemed she was having quite a fascinating dream.

But what was this honeymoon about? Was it ’honey’? Or ’secrecy’? Or ’secret’?

As the Emperor pondered, he was suddenly caught by the sleeve, "The sea water... it’s so cold..."

She didn’t just grab his sleeve; she also rubbed her little face against his sleeve. The Emperor’s heart was instantly unsettled. She’s cold, is she? Fine, I’ll keep you warm.

And so, the Emperor picked Nan Feng up, feeling her body burning hot, but after not holding her for long, he noticed she was starting to sweat on her forehead. Worried that she was too hot, he put her back down again.