Qian Shuang stood aside, frightened when she saw Yan Xi like this, "Miss, is the prince sick? Do you want me to call for the imperial doctor?"
Xiumei frowned tightly, Tao Xiaowei closed her eyes and listened to Yan Xi's pulse, then she put her palm on his forehead and slowly shook her head, "I'm not sick."
"Then why can't he wake up?"
With a trace of pity in her eyes, Tao Xiaowei returned to the table with the empty bowl, "He seems to be too tired."
Tired? Qian Shuang doesn't quite understand why the prince suddenly looks like this because he hasn't been out much in the house these days and hasn't been seen working hard.
"Qian Shuang, I'm overworked." Fortunately, it hasn't turned into a serious illness. I just need to relax and rest for a while. I believe it won't be a serious problem.
"Miss, you have dinner first. I will go to Jiuding now and ask him to find a way to carry His Highness back to the bed in the inner courtyard and have a good rest." After all, this is Tao Xiaowei's boudoir. Although Yan Xi is a prince,
It was getting late, and it was really inappropriate for him to stay here.
Tao Xiaowei was about to nod, but found that Yan Xi's hand was holding her wrist tightly, with such force that it almost crushed her bones.
Is this person asleep or not?
"Forget it, let the prince rest here. I will take care of him nearby. He may wake up soon."
Qian Shuang still felt something was wrong, but in front of Yan Xi and Tao Xiaowei, there was no room for her to speak. Fortunately, the embroidery building was connected to the inner courtyard. Both places were forbidden areas in the palace, and ordinary servants were not allowed to enter.
, the prince stayed quietly in the embroidery building, and 80% of the time he would not be discovered.
Yan Xi slept for three full days. It seemed that he had to sleep all at once with the clothes he had been wearing for the past five years. Except for the fact that every time Tao Xiaowei forced him to open his eyes and drank a small amount of soup, he
He fell asleep almost all the time.
On the morning of the third day, he opened his eyes at the usual fixed time, his face was full of energy, and his facial cooling function was restored.
There seemed to be something tightly grasped in her hand. Yan Xi lowered her head and saw a dark blue wrist. Due to poor blood circulation for a long time, the hand was slightly swollen, which was shocking. The owner of the hand was lying sideways under the soft chair, simply
He spread several layers of quilts on the ground, curled up into a shrimp shape, and was sleeping soundly.