Several dandies came out together. When they heard what their brothers said, they looked at him curiously.

He usually travels a lot and has no interest in people above the imperial court. He only heard his father mention it once.

But remembering the rumors he had just heard, a trace of sarcasm appeared in his eyes. The playboy glanced meaningfully between Zuo Qiutan's legs and said with a bad smile.

"Could it be that our national master is not good enough, and Emperor Maode married someone else on the second day of her wedding?"

As soon as these words came out, several dudes laughed one after another.

Zuo Qiutan didn't want to pay attention to them and others at all. When he heard Song Zhiyu accepting others into the house, he more or less guessed who they were.

He turned his attention back to the shopkeeper, stretched out his hand and said in a deep voice: "Please pack it up."

"Hey, hey." The shopkeeper's hands were trembling slightly. He didn't realize that the person he was serving was actually the Imperial Master.

Princess Mansion.

Song Zhiyu stayed in her room, reading books, rubbing her nose with her hands from time to time, and her head felt a little dizzy.

She raised her head and drank from the tea on one side. The uncomfortable feeling was not lessened at all. She turned her head and glanced at Su Zhihan and said softly.

"Go and ask the imperial doctor to take a look at this palace."

Su Zhihan looked at Song Zhiyu's appearance very worriedly. With her like this, he did not dare to leave Song Zhiyu's side easily.

But after much deliberation, Su Zhihan finally placed Song Zhiyu on the bed and immediately went to find the imperial doctor.

By the time Zuo Qiutan returned to the princess's mansion, it was already two hours later.

He walked to the room and just as he was about to go in, the door in front of him was opened. Zuo Qiutan paused and saw Su Zhihan tiptoeing out.

As soon as the latter raised her head, she saw Zuo Qiutan standing at the door. She was stunned for a moment, and then whispered: "The emperor has contracted a cold. The servant just asked the imperial doctor to see her, and now she is asleep inside."

Zuo Qiutan understood. After he turned aside to let Su Zhihan leave, he walked in softly.

He walked to the bed and looked down at Song Zhiyu lying weakly on the bed and sleeping soundly.

Perhaps because of her illness, Song Zhiyu looked much softer than usual at this moment.

Zuo Qiutan took a wooden stool and placed it beside the bed and sat down. He glanced at the water basin placed aside, then at Song Zhiyu, and stood up again and walked to the water basin.

He put the towel next to the basin into the water, soaked it and wrung it out, returned to Song Zhiyu's side, and gently wiped the sweat on Song Zhiyu's forehead with the towel.

Song Zhiyu seemed to be dreaming about something in her sleep. Her beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly and she bit her lips lightly to reveal her teeth.

This look was exactly the same as Song Zhiyu's in Zuoqiutan's dream. His eyes flashed, and he stretched out his hand to gently smooth Song Zhiyu's wrinkled brows.

"What on earth were you dreaming about? Even when I sleep, I can't sleep peacefully."

Zuo Qiutan murmured, looking at Song Zhiyu's slightly chapped lips, he took the teacup and fed it to Song Zhiyu little by little.

When Song Zhiyu woke up, it was already two hours later.

She opened her groggy eyes and stared blankly at the top of the bed. She blinked and felt a gaze. She turned her eyes sideways and saw Zuo Qiutan sitting next to her.

Song Zhiyu was confused for a long time. She clearly asked Su Zhihan to call the imperial doctor over, but why did she turn into Zuoqiutan when she woke up?

She opened her mouth to speak, but found that her throat was very moist. Someone must have fed water into her throat bit by bit while she was unconscious.

When she thought of this, Song Zhiyu guessed that Zuo Qiutan did it. She pursed her lips and smiled. She could see that Zuo Qiutan must have taken care of her for a long time.

She originally thought that after they got married, they would live their own lives and would not interfere in each other's lives. She even thought that Zuo Qiutan was indifferent to her illness, but the result was the opposite.

She felt warm inside, as if her heart was like a pot of porridge with some sweet dates sprinkled in it, making the porridge even sweeter.

"Now that you have just woken up, how do you feel?" Zuo Qiutan quickly stretched out his hands to support Song Zhiyu's sides. He subconsciously placed his hands on Song Zhiyu's forehead, but he couldn't feel it.

Song Zhiyu was just about to say that it was better, but a shadow fell in front of her. Her forehead was pressed against the forehead of another person. The two touched lightly, and she could even see clearly how many eyelashes there were on Zuo Qiutan's eyes.

She opened her eyes slightly, and her peach blossom eyes looked much duller at the moment.

"It looks like it's almost done." Zuo Qiutan straightened his back and retracted his head. Looking at Song Zhiyu's dazed look, he couldn't help but feel a little cute in his heart.

"Now that you're awake, I don't have to stay any longer. I feel something fishy about General Zhenbei, and I'm going to check it out. You should rest first."

After saying that, Zuo Qiutan turned around and was about to leave, but his sleeve was pulled by Song Zhiyu.

"I'll go with you!"
Chapter completed!