Seeing this, Xi Ying reached out to steady her, unable to hide the surprise in her eyes. "Are you truly feeling so unwell, Miss Zhi?"
Zhi Wan coughed forcefully a few times and said with embarrassment, "I've made a fool of myself in front of you, ma'am..."
Startled, Xi Ying subconsciously let go. "If you are truly unwell, Miss, then I suppose I shouldn't insist."
"I've failed to accept the Crown Princess Consort's kind intentions," Zhi Wan said, her face full of apology.
Xi Ying sized her up, uncertain whether she was pretending or truly ill.
But one thing was certain: this Miss Zhi had no desire to go to the Eastern Palace.
With this thought, Xi Ying nodded. "Since you are unwell, Miss Zhi, you should focus on your recovery. I will explain to the Crown Princess Consort when I return."
"Thank you for your trouble, ma'am," Zhi Wan said with difficulty, gasping for breath.
Xi Ying left quickly.
