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Seeing her patience, Ye Lianhe lightly patted Luo Lingwei's back and considerately asked, ”Are you feeling uncomfortable?”

The little girl had not been feeling very well these days. She had always been drowsy and had changed a lot after eating and eating.

Luo Lingwei held back the depression in her chest and shook her head. ”It's nothing. It's probably because I've been too tired these past two days that I can't bear it.”

Actually, she also had some doubts. Logically speaking, she was just a bit nervous from travelling for the past two days, so she shouldn't have gotten sick.

Luo Lingwei's attitude was firm. Since Ye Lianhe couldn't persuade her otherwise, he could only instruct Whitey to find some medicinal herbs suitable for recuperation and make a nourishing medicinal meal for her to eat.

”Since you don't want Little White to check your pulse, then take good care of yourself. I'm afraid it won't stop raining for a while, so let's take the water route tomorrow. ”

Fortunately, after rushing on their way yesterday, they had already arrived at the canal that led to Lin Province. Initially, Nightingale had planned to take advantage of the lack of people during the night to go through the canal.

Luo Lingwei was a person who could not tell north, south, east, and west just by going out of the door. Moreover, only the Imperial Family would know how to use public opinion, so ordinary people wouldn't be able to recognize it.

Nodding her head to show that she has no objections, Luo Lingwei smiled and said: ”Mm, I'll listen to you.” ”I'm the most obedient …”

She could not help but shiver when she saw that Nightingale was still frowning.

Ye Lianhe had no choice but to point at Luo Lingwei's exquisite nose with some dissatisfaction after seeing her behaving obediently. ”Since you want to listen to me, then why don't you take a look at your body?”

”A little.” Exhaling her tongue, Luo Lingwei once again tightly retracted her blanket and could not come out.

The facts proved that people could not boast. Luo Lingwei ignored the fact that her body was in such a bad condition and threw up all over the place that night.

When Luo Lingwei had vomited until her face was pale and she was gasping for breath beside the bed, Ye Lianhe finally could not help but furrow his brows and interrogate Whitey sternly, ”Just what is going on here?”

When Ye Lianhe was rarely this angry, Whitey's hands and feet were cold from his cold gaze.

Zhao Wei's heart ached for Little White as he plopped to his knees.

”Your Highness!”

Luo Lingwei carefully held onto Ye Lianhe's hand and lightly smoothed his brows, ”Why are you so angry at them?” Maybe it's because they don't want to. Don't be too worried. ”

Ye Lianhe took a deep breath and restrained his anger, instructing Lil 'White to take a look at Luo Lingwei's pulse along with the fragrance of the Patchouli.

Although Patchouli was sent over, he didn't need to be suspected. Since he had decided to use it, he should believe it. Besides, there were specialties in the field of medicine. Xiao Bai's medical skills were very high, but it specialised in the strange and odd aspects of the disease. Patchouli was a serious daily medicine that could be used to treat patients.

Little White and Patchouli respectively took Luo Lingwei's pulse. On Patchouli's face, there was a hint of hesitation. ”Your highness …”

Lil 'White widened its eyes in shock and then went wild with joy. She happily let go of Luo Lingwei's hand, and blessed herself to congratulate Ye Lianhe, ”Congratulations, Your Highness! We'll have a wife soon! ”

Young Crown Prince!

Ye Lianhe found it hard to believe as he happily helped Luo Lingwei to lie down. A smile rose on his usually expressionless face. He held Luo Lingwei's slightly cold hand, circulating his martial arts to help keep her warm.

”Are you serious?”

Little White explained, ”Of course. It's just that the month is still young, and Princess Wangfei has been tired in the past few days, so her body can't take it anymore. ”

”Child?” Luo Lingwei covered her stomach with her hands.

A child?

Ye Lianhe nodded and instructed Whitey to write a nourishing recipe and give it to the servants.

Patchouli's face was calm and out of place. ”But …”