21 High Fever

So, swallowing her shame, Murong Yu allowed the old madam to instruct her...

Eventually, Murong Yu learned the ropes. Every time Ji Chengxuan left her presence, he did so with satisfaction. During that period, it seemed as if the skies over the manor were always clear. That is, until she couldn't bear him the child he so desperately wanted, causing storms to once again brew over the manor.

Pushing aside memories of her past life, Murong Yu asked, "Have you checked on that nomad slave again?"

"Shuan has gone to check and will report back shortly," replied Aman hurriedly.

When Shuan came to visit Ji Chengxuan, he found him in the middle of having his wounds dressed.

"Is it Lady Yu who sent you?" asked Lin, the guard tending to Ji Chengxuan.

"Yes," Shuan replied as he nodded, turning to Ji Chengxuan. "How are your injuries?"

Ji Chengxuan lowered his eyes, saying nothing. Lin, knowing his reticence, interjected, "His recovery is progressing well. I never realized how resilient he is."

"That's good to hear," said Shuan.

However, come the middle of the night, Ji Chengxuan was struck by a high fever once more.

Murong Yu didn't sleep as well as the previous night; she had another nightmare. This time it wasn't about Ji Chengxuan kidnapping a child but of her marrying Huo Yuan in her past life. The dream jolted her awake.

Murong Yu would make sure that she never married Huo Yuan again in this lifetime.

Unable to fall back asleep, she was praying in the temple when news from the stable reached her. Lin, fearing that she might blame him later, decided to inform her.

Murong Yu turned pale upon hearing the news.

"My lady, please put on your cloak!" Amei, who was on night duty, said hastily as Murong Yu made for the door without a word.

It was a chilly night in early autumn.

Upon reaching Ji Chengxuan, Murong Yu found him delirious with a fever, his forehead scalding to the touch.

"What happened? Wasn't he fine? How did it become so severe all of a sudden?" Murong Yu questioned Lin as she was infuriated.

Lin quickly explained, "He was fine, my lady, but somehow the fever spiked unexpectedly."

Not wanting to waste any more time on blame, Murong Yu ordered water to be boiled for medicine.

"My lady, shall I bring a couple of quilts to cover him?" asked Amei.

"No, you can't cover up someone who's running a fever," Murong Yu stated, changing the cold compress on Ji Chengxuan's forehead.

In Murong Yu's past life, she had once had a fever, and Ji Chengxuan had covered her up with quilts, only to be scolded by a physician who said that it was a dangerous thing to do.

Ji Chengxuan slapped himself in front of the physician and took care of her fever as prescribed. She had learned of this later from Aman.

Later, Murong Yu applied the same method to treat several children who had high fevers while she was accumulating good deeds in the charity hall. So, she was very familiar with how to lower a fever.

Murong Yu covered Ji Chengxuan's stomach with a blanket and placed cold compresses on his forehead, wrists, and shins. She kept changing the compresses until they warmed up to his body temperature, and continued to do so in cycles.

By the fourth watch of the night, Ji Chengxuan's fever had finally started to subside.

"My lady, the fever's broken!" Amei exclaimed joyfully.

Murong Yu, who had been busy for quite a while, now looked visibly weary. But she said nothing, gazing at Ji Chengxuan's gaunt face with a heaviness in her heart.