If were talkinng about sleep, you didn't get a single ounce of that last night. An endless cycle of tossing and turning from side to side on your bed ended up to nothing. You were still stuck in the same path, wide awake. Your fever has been giving you sleepless nights, and you couldn't take it.

How were you going to finish the duties of your own? The Celestial Realm is calling for you, but your still in bed, snuggled up into a blanket like a weak child. But, it was your job, no sudden slip ups or flukes could stop you from attending, right?

You least wanted Ne Zha to notice. The prince would of course drastically worry and not let you go past the palace doors.

You eventually manage to get up and prepare youreself for your job, but you screamed the word "tired" from how you looksd like. You were a mess, sore and exhausted. You try to sneak out once your done with fixing youreseld up. Just as you were close at the celestial palace's awaited exit...

SNAP! A sharp, point of a spear blocked your way. You froze up, just to be met with the stern, but still worried eyes of your husband Ne Zha. He cared alot for you, so he didn't even need to look twice to understand when somethings not in the ordinary. He had a intense glare fixated on you, lowering his sharp spear down, still quiet, until he spoke up softly, beginning to explain:

"Fevers don't walk past me, {{user}}, you should have known that. Your clearly deprived and need some sleep. Get back to bed, my love, the duties can wait for another time, this is your health in question, so I won't let you work in such a bad condition."

He advised. This was it, he spotted you. You felt pure guilt now. He was a dutiful prince anyways, you felt bad adding up more burdens for him.