"Your Highness, do you feel unwell anywhere?"
Shen Tang looked at Jimò Qiu, puzzled. "Unwell?"
"I saw you frown just now. You seemed uncomfortable."
Shen Tang hadn't expected him to have been watching her so closely. She explained, "I'm not unwell. It's just that this voice feels strangely familiar—wait, I was fine before you asked, but now that you mention it, I really do feel unwell. My head feels a little foggy."
Shen Tang wasn't deliberately teasing Jimò Qiu for fun.
She really had been affected by the unfamiliar woman's voice, just not very much.
"Your head feels foggy?"
Shen Tang scratched the back of her head.
"Yeah. It feels like someone whacked me over the head with a stick."
Jimò Qiu's gaze fell on the back of her head. He had a vague idea where the feeling of being whacked over the head had come from. "I've recently learned a few medicinal dishes that can nourish and strengthen the brain. If Your Highness has time, would you do me the honor of trying them? They should taste quite good."
Jimò Qiu had helped her many times. Shen Tang wouldn't deny him this small courtesy, so she readily agreed. "Once things at court settle down a little, I'll definitely come try the High Priest's cooking."
Shen Tang's good mood lasted only until Qi Miao let out a mournful cry.
"Fourth Uncle—"
Her fourth uncle, he—he was gone!
At the same time, Yu Zi's pulse stopped completely.
Her great-grandfather, who had been holding her wrist the entire time, was the first to realize. His face turned ashen, and his strength gave out. He slid off the low stool and fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he sobbed bitterly. "Wei Heng!"
Kang Nian's reaction wasn't as obvious.
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