In the twelfth lunar month, the Fifth Prince fell ill.
It was his first cold since birth.
The little guy sneezed pitifully, his little nose red as he looked up at Ye Zao.
Ye Zao's heart ached, and she embraced the child, "How did you get sick? You go out every day, and these past few days haven't been as cold as before."
"This servant deserves death, it's all because we didn't take good care of the Fifth Prince," several wet nurses knelt down.
Ye Zao took out a handkerchief and wiped the Fifth Prince's nose, feeling even more heartbroken at the sight of his red nose.
"If the Fifth Prince has fallen ill, you cannot escape blame. Each of you will receive ten spankings from me. If His Majesty decides to punish you further, bear it," Ye Zao thought, not that she was unkind.
But if they aren't punished, they might truly become negligent in the future.
With her ten spankings, His Majesty would not be inclined to administer more. At most, another twenty spankings.
