Yan Junyan stood silently for a while, took a step forward, preparing to see what happened to Tiyafu.
Suddenly, a harsh sound rang out.
The bowl flew out.
The thick soup and medicine spilled all over the floor, emitting white smoke.
The maid stumbled out and looked very embarrassed.
Yan Junyan frowned and strode over several times, "What's going on?"
"Young Master... the princess... she...will not take medicine no matter what." The maid replied in a trembling voice, quickly cleaning the surroundings.
"Come another one." Yan Junyan ordered.
"Yes, young master." The maid retreated quickly.
In less than a moment, I brought a new bowl of medicine.
Yan Junyan brought it in himself.
Mu Ruofei lay weakly on the edge of the bed and retching, her face very pale.
The maid stepped forward and wanted to pat her back and was rudely swung away.
Did she intentionally want to be so weak that she refused to take medicine?
Yan Junyan's face turned dark, put the medicine on the table, and walked over.
He pulled Mu Ruofei up with a grim expression, "Have you made enough trouble?"
Mu Ruofei ignored him and lowered her head in discomfort.
She didn't make a fuss at all, it was really uncomfortable.
Especially when the maid brought the bowl of black medicine, Mu Ruofei almost vomited it on the spot. How could she still drink it?
Because it was so uncomfortable, I suddenly lost my temper and threw away all the bowls.
Unfortunately, Yan Junyan didn't see it.
He thought Mu Ruofei did it on purpose.
I deliberately did not drink fetal pills and wanted to toss the child in my stomach.
He ordered someone to bring the bowl over, pinch Mu Ruofei's jaw, and force her to open her mouth.
Mu Ruofei struggled, and nowhere did she get the strength, and with a force, "Bang--" Yan Junyan's spoon in his hand hit again.
"Vomit-" He lay on Yan Junyan's leg in discomfort, and kept retching.
"Mu Ruofei--" Yan Junyan pulled the person up and was about to pour it directly with a bowl. Seeing her extremely pale face, she paused and took the person into her arms, "Go and call Wu Yu!"
"Yes." The maid hurried to the kitchen and called Wu Yu who was decorating medicine.
"What's going on? Why is her face so ugly?" Yan Junyan asked with a sinister look.
Wu Yu took the lower pulse for Mu Ruofei, "The princess is not a big deal."
"It's nothing serious about it, will you be so soft?"