"Shocked?" The steward frowned, this was the first time he heard this statement.
Gentle words are not unfamiliar at all to Cun Xin.
When she was little, if she was frightened, the elders in the family would frighten her.
Wen Wen doesn't know if this method is really effective, but in the past, the elders in the family did do this often.
Moreover, the effect is not bad.
"Yes."
"What should I do? What do I need to prepare?" The steward no longer cares whether it is useful or useless. Now, as long as it can bring Dongfang Aoshi down from the fever, even if it allows her to dance on the street, the steward will do his duty.
"You don't need much, just tea and incense, and the person who helps to calm down the fright will tell the Zao Lord the name, address, and birthday of the Lord, and recite the frightening mantra, and that's it." Cun Xin said.
"Hurry up and get ready!" the steward said anxiously.
"Yes!" Cun Xin received the order and ran away.
Looking at Cun Xin's hurried back, Wen Wen suddenly felt a strange and creepy feeling in her heart.
Cun Xin is from Dongfang Kuangye, she won't... use her fear to do anything to Dongfang Aoshi, right?
After hesitating for a moment, Wenwen put down the things in his hands and walked towards the steward.
"Princess?" The steward was stunned, obviously not expecting Wen Wen to be in the kitchen.
There seemed to be something stuck in my throat, which was very heavy.
Wen Wenwen took several deep breaths before finally suppressing her emotions. Her voice was slightly dry and hoarse, "What... happened?"
"The prince had a big cut on his forehead and he bled a lot. He has had a high fever since last night and it doesn't go away even if he takes medicine," the steward said anxiously.
"Why did you suddenly fall when you were so good?" Wen Wen was startled, and her chest tightened, "What's the current situation?"
"The imperial doctor is watching over there. I don't know exactly what will happen. He just said that if the prince's fever continues like this, his brain will be burned out!" The steward was looking around, very worried.
"Didn't you give him a fever?" Tender heart also started to rise.
"Withdrawal, I kept wiping it with cold water, changing clothes... all to no avail, the prince's fever just won't come down!"
"Did you use ice?"
"Everyone doesn't know how to operate it and don't dare to do it." Ice cubes are very good for reducing fever, but if you are not careful, the cold air will invade and put a great burden on the body. The stewards and doctors do not dare to use it casually.
So, let Dongfang Aoshi burn like this.
"Why don't you dare-"
Halfway through her gentle words, a maid hurried over and reported to the steward, "Steward, the prince is awake, making a lot of noise, breaking things, and everyone..."
"I'll be there right away!" The steward had no time to pay attention to tenderness and ran away in a hurry.
The noisy kitchen suddenly became quiet again.
Wen Wen stood there, neither advancing nor retreating. For a moment, she didn't know what to do.
Biting her lip, she hesitated for a while, then finally took a step forward and chased after him.
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bedroom.
The stewards and maids were running in and out, making it very busy.
Dongfang Aoshi was lying on the bed, his face was red, his lips were dry, and his forehead was wrapped with a white bandage.
There was no quilt on him and his clothes were open, which showed how hot he was at the moment.