An Jing immediately rebuked, "What are you doing? You are in such a state, lie down quickly!"
Seeing that Meng Zhuqing obediently lay down, An Jing then instructed Qin Yi, "Go fetch some ice and bring some medicinal soup as well."
"Yes!" Qin Yi immediately turned around to comply.
Meng Zhuqing expressed his thanks, "Thank you, madam."
"You rest well, we will not abandon you," An Jing said.
Meng Zhuqing's throat choked up, painfully stifled, unable to utter another word.
Xiao Changyi didn't say anything, just walked to the bedside, gently patted Meng Zhuqing's shoulder, then turned and walked towards the door.
Meng Zhuqing's throat felt even more choked up. He had always known, he always knew that their lord and lady would never abandon him... he always knew...
"We and your lord still have to distribute the medicinal soup, and we can't delay this. When Qin Yi brings the soup, you must drink it."
Seeing Meng Zhuqing nod, An Jing then turned and also walked outside.
