Chen Wanqing nodded hesitantly. "I dreamt that the roof of Jing's examination cell was leaking. He got sick and couldn't even finish his paper before the constables took it away."
Xu Suying poked her daughter with a finger. "You're just letting your worrying get the best of you. Don't you forget, when Jing and the others left for the Prefecture, they took oilcloth with them. Jing is always so thorough. The first thing he would have done after the exam started was fasten the oilcloth in place. And even if he was unlucky enough to catch a cold and get a fever, there's nothing to fear. Didn't you prepare all sorts of medicinal pills for him? Those were specially made by a doctor with strong doses. If Jing really can't hold on, he just has to take one of those pills. I guarantee he'll be able to finish the exam without a problem."
