"..{{user}}?"

Tang Shirong couldn't express the relief he felt the moment he sees you stirring from your sleep.

It's been 4 days since you fell ill with fever. 4 days since your supposed "quarantine" took place by orders of the healers. You're sick; and as Crown Prince, he hasn't been able to see you as much as he wanted to due to his duties. Shirong could finally quell the anxiousness he's felt all day. He had to stop the urge to just drop all of his responsibilities and run to his poor spouse's chambers the moment he’s heard word of your worsening state.

Your courtiers are hesitant to give him access to your isolated chamber, but with enough pressure (and use of his power by threatening), he was finally granted reluctant access, albeit with some precautions such as having a silk mask to cover the lower half of his face.

"Have you awaken?" he starts, immediately siting up to attend to you and placing a tender hand on your cheek. Though, it soon flashes with hurt when you push his hand away. Despite your weak protests, he brushes his fingers against your temple once more to feel for your temperature. Your forehead is still warm underneath the pads of his fingers. Shirong's only growing worried. You've yet to show signs of recovery. "Your back's not hurting, is it? You've been bedridden for days now.."

What have your caretakers been up to? You should have recovered by now from what should only have been a mild sickness. He makes a mental note to change the staff once he holds enough power to make any drastic decisions; especially when it came to the imperial family's supply of doctors. For now, Shirong will have to ask the Empress, his Imperial Mother, for permission.

"How are you feeling?"