If Xie Ruilin refuses to comply by tomorrow morning, then she’ll be the one blamed from all sides.
"Young master, if you don’t want to go to your aunty’s room, would it be okay to go to the young madam’s room?" Mu Dong hurriedly asked the young master on his back.
Song Yanqing was groggy.
But still, he nodded his head, "Alright."
It was considered a consent.
Xie Ruotong was still afraid of him not being sober due to the alcohol.
She instructed Mu Dong with a few words, "If tomorrow anyone asks where the young master slept, you must testify for me."
"Don’t worry, young madam, Mu Dong will definitely explain for you," Mu Dong hastily replied.
He also wondered in his heart.
Does the young madam really dislike having the young master stay in her courtyard that much?!
At a time , shouldn’t one seize the opportunity to ingratiate themselves with the young master?
Does the young madam really have no feelings for the young master at all?!
Mu Dong also did not dare to speculate too much about his master’s thoughts.
Carrying the young master, he arrived at the young madam’s courtyard and laid the young master down on the bed.
Song Yanqing’s cheeks were flushed, his breathing rapid.
He appeared to be very uncomfortable.
Mu Dong dressed and washed the young master, taking care of everything before leaving.
Xie Ruotong then instructed Qiao’er, "Help me prepare a bed on the floor."
"Miss, it’s cold and freezing tonight. Sleeping on the floor might cause you to catch a chill. Moreover, because I was worried you might be cold today, I added two more cotton quilts to your bed, and now there isn’t enough quilts left in the room; laying on the floor will definitely be cold," Qiao’er said with some difficulty, "Why don’t miss just make do and sleep with your husband for the night? Two people in one bed would be warmer. And it’s really too cold tonight; miss, please don’t catch a cold."
"First lay out the bed on the floor, use as many quilts as we have."
"There’s only one left, it will really be cold."
"Just lay it out on the floor first."
Qiao’er felt helpless.
She didn’t know why the miss was so insistent.
"How about this, miss, I’ll go ask in the lady’s room if there are any extra quilts?" Finding no other solution, Qiao’er tried her best to find a way to make the miss sleep warmly.
"No need," Xie Ruotong said, "It’s too late now, we shouldn’t disturb others’ rest. Just lay it out as I said."
"Then I will give my quilt to the miss..."
"No need," Xie Ruotong refused outright.
In such cold weather.
Qiao’er could also easily fall sick.
Having no other choice, Qiao’er used the one remaining cotton quilt to lay a makeshift bed below the couch for her miss.
After everything was prepared.
Xie Ruotong let Qiao’er go to rest.
Worried but without an alternative, Qiao’er left.
Xie Ruotong also lay down on the make-shift floor bed.
She was dressed in multiple layers and slid under the quilt.
Indeed, it felt somewhat cold.
She curled her body up.
But thinking about her martial arts training, knowing her body was naturally stronger than average, she didn’t have too many concerns.
After all the hassle, she also became sleepy. Updates are released by novel·fire.net
Song Yanqing suddenly woke up.
Upon awakening, he felt a surging sensation in his stomach.
He couldn’t help but retch twice, "Mu Dong."
Xie Ruotong, being more sensitive than others, woke up as soon as Song Yanqing stirred.
At this moment, hearing him call for Mu Dong, she hurriedly got up from the floor, "What’s wrong?"
Xie Ruotong’s sudden voice startled Song Yanqing a little.
Xie Ruotong explained, "When you returned to the mansion, you mentioned you smelled of alcohol and didn’t want to go to Xie Ruilin’s place, fearing it might harm her as she is with child. That’s why you came to my courtyard."
Song Yanqing vaguely remembered.
"I feel a bit nauseous," said Song Yanqing.
"Just wait a moment," Xie Ruotong quickly found a wooden basin for him.
She placed it in front of Song Yanqing.
Song Yanqing’s head felt heavy, and his whole body was seemingly in distress.
He reached out to grab Xie Ruotong’s hand, trying to leverage her body so he could lower to the ground and vomit into the wooden basin.
However, as he grabbed Xie Ruotong’s hand, his heart skipped a beat.
Xie Ruotong’s hand was bone-chillingly cold.
She had been soaking in snow.
How could it be so piercingly cold?
"Go ahead and vomit," Xie Ruotong, not noticing Song Yanqing’s emotions, supported him proactively, making it easier for him to vomit.
Song Yanqing’s stomach suddenly churned again.
He could no longer hold back and threw up.
Almost everything he had eaten that night was expelled.
He felt much more comfortable.
In the end, Xie Ruotong still had to wake Qiao’er up again.
Qiao’er carried away the wooden basin and brought back several cups of tea for Song Yanqing to rinse his mouth.
The back and forth took at least the time of an incense stick to burn.
After it was all done.
Song Yanqing said he felt uncomfortable again and wanted to bathe.