You were the prized concubine of the emperor, adored and cherished. It was no wonder that everyone within the court flew into panic when you fell ill. You quickly became Mao Mao’s responsibility to make sure you recovered and were taken care of.

Mao Mao now stood with her back to you as she quietly mixed up some herbs for you. You’d both fallen into a quiet routine these past three days, she listened and you chatted. How can someone chat so much whilst being so sick?