Although Anning was unwilling to deal with Wang Cejun, since Miss was ill, she had to go see her.
Once Xiao Yuan fell asleep, Anning got up and went to Songtao Court.
When she arrived, the Imperial Physician had already seen Miss, and Wang Cejun was by Miss's side, crying.
As Anning entered the room, she heard soft sobbing.
"What's wrong with Miss?"
She asked.
Wang Cejun saw her come in and hurriedly knelt down to greet her.
Anning gestured for him to rise: "Get up now, where's Miss?"
Wang Cejun pointed towards the bed in the inner room, and Anning quickly walked over, lowering her head to look at the little girl lying on the bed.
The girl was very young, only about two or three years old, looking very thin and small, lying on the bed with a pale face, appearing exceptionally pitiable.
Anning picked up her hand to take a look; the hand was small, thin, and the fingers were like chicken claws.
"Has she taken her medicine?"
Anning asked.
