Young Master’s Fierce Wife

At the Longevity Palace, Consort Wan fed Empress Dowager Zhou the medicine. She took the warm tea from Nanny Gao and helped her rinse her mouth. She carefully wiped the corners of her lips with a handkerchief.

Empress Dowager Zhou looked at her and said, "It’s been hard on you for the past two days. Nanny Gao is here. Go and rest."

Consort Wan turned around and handed the handkerchief to a palace maid at the side. She said gently, "This is what I should do. As long as Mother can recover, I won’t feel tired."

"Ahem, alright, I told you to rest. You’re going to fall sick before I even die. Even if you don’t think about yourself, you should think about Third Brother. He hasn’t gotten married yet."

"Mother, don’t say such inauspicious words. You still need to take a look at Ming’er’s future wife."

It was unknown what Empress Dowager Zhou thought of, but a trace of pain flashed across her face. She narrowed her eyes and said, "Forget it. I’m not good at judging people. It’ll cause him harm."

"Mother."

Empress Dowager Zhou waved her hand impatiently. "Go, go. Don’t stand here. I heard that many palace maids in the palace have been infected with the plague recently. Don’t approach me if you have nothing to do. Stay in your palace."

Many red spots had already grown on the back of her hand. If she didn’t control them soon, the red spots would grow into blisters and fester.

Worry flashed across Consort Wan’s eyes. In the end, she did not say anything else. She stood up, bowed, and left.