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Chapter 237 Pretending to be sick

After dinner, Shen Fuhan and Shen Chengyao left.

Shen Funian watched her son's retreating figure and said contentedly, "Perhaps in twenty years, Yao'er will also be able to make me the mother of the top scholar."

Wen Jiayue couldn't bear to discourage her, so she simply said nothing.

Shen Funian suddenly asked, "By the way, I don't think my older brother has ever slept for this long before. What happened this time?"

After they returned to the manor, they thought Shen Fuhan was not in his bedroom, so they spoke without restraint, but to their surprise, he was still sleeping soundly.

They naturally didn't disturb them and went to the courtyard on their own.

Wen Jiayue shook her head; she didn't know and didn't care.

She casually replied, "Perhaps the cases at the Dali Temple are just too difficult to investigate."

Shen Funian clicked her tongue: "I thought..."

She only finished speaking halfway through her sentence, and Wen Jiayue subconsciously asked, "What did you think?"

"I thought you two had a very good relationship."

Wen Jiayue gave her a reproachful look: "Don't talk nonsense."

“Fine, I won’t say it then,” Shen Funian said smugly. “Anyway, I’ve already said it.”

Wen Jiayue said helplessly, "If you're so interested in this kind of thing, you might as well find a husband to marry into your family."

Although she has a son, the Jing'an Marquis's mansion is such a prestigious family that there will surely be many men willing to marry her.

Moreover, Su Ye still holds a place in her heart. If her attention can be diverted, she might forget about him more quickly.

Shen Funian choked for a moment: "I'm not getting married."

Wen Jiayue asked, "Is it because you yourself don't want to get married, or is it because of Su Ye?"

Upon hearing this name unexpectedly, Shen Funian felt a sense of unease and her expression turned panicked.

"Why are you bringing him up? I've already forgotten about him."

“You’re still being stubborn,” Wen Jiayue shook her head. “Just keep it to yourself.”

“I’m telling the truth,” Shen Funian said awkwardly, brushing her hair aside. “How could I not get married because of him? Before I met him, didn’t I live alone?”

Wen Jiayue reluctantly believed her: "Okay, I believe you."

Shen Funian snorted: "That's right, you can't help but believe it."

Even when she occasionally thinks of Su Ye, it's only her physical body that she misses, not him as a person.

She would never be so foolish as to fall in love with a poor scholar and a poor doctor again.

Despite saying that, Shen Funian suffered from insomnia after returning to Chang Le Yuan.

After suffering from insomnia for three consecutive days, she had no choice but to drown her sorrows in alcohol.

Wen Jiayue was about to take a bath when she received the news, but upon hearing it, she disregarded her own needs and went over with Yao'er.

"Hehe, sister-in-law's here," Shen Funian said with a smile. "Come on, let's have a toast!"

She was already quite drunk. She put the wine cup on the ground and picked up the wine pot to pour more wine.

It was clearly aimed at the rim of the glass, but the wine still spilled all over the floor.

Shen Funian murmured, "How strange, why isn't this wine listening to me?"

Wen Jiayue snatched the wine pot from her hand, frowned and asked, "Why are you drinking again?"

"I haven't been sleeping well these past two days," Shen Funian said, sitting on the floor in distress. "It's all your fault for bringing up Su Ye."

Wen Jiayue was taken aback; it was because of their casual conversation that day.

She couldn't let Yao'er hear this; she had to coax Yao'er out first.

Shen Funian was still muttering to herself, "I clearly forgot about him... It's just a name, how annoying... This shouldn't be..."

She spoke incoherently, which Wen Jiayue couldn't understand, so she first instructed the maid to prepare a hangover soup.

"Why would I drink hangover soup? I'm not drunk," Shen Funian waved her hand irritably. "I just want to sleep!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Jiayue said, "Alright, alright, we won't drink the hangover soup. Let's go to sleep."

She had Furong and Ruyi carry her to the bed.

Shen Funian obediently cooperated, but then asked with a hint of surprise and uncertainty, "What should I do if Su Ye comes to my dream?"

Wen Jiayue thought she was worried about waking up and was about to comfort her when Shen Funian said again, "I must look really ugly right now. I need to put on makeup."

After saying that, she threw off the covers and staggered toward the dressing table.

Wen Jiayue sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation. If she had known this would happen, she wouldn't have mentioned Su Ye that day.

However, if it is not brought up, Shen Funian will only hide it deeper, and the next time it erupts, it will definitely be even more painful than this time.

Wen Jiayue didn't know what to do, so she followed Shen Funian's advice and had Furong do her makeup. Then she coaxed her back to bed with all her might.

After struggling to finish feeding her the hangover soup, Shen Funian fell asleep.

Wen Jiayue told Furong to come find her again if she needed anything, and then left, exhausted.

Back in the bedroom, Ruyi tested the water temperature and said, "It's not very hot anymore. I'll have the servant prepare fresh water."

Wen Jiayue quickly stopped her, saying, "It's not too cold, why bother? I'll just wash it here."

After thinking for a moment, she instructed, "Go and have the servant bring over a bucket of cold water."

"What does Madam want to do?"

Wen Jiayue made up a story: "I heard that washing your face with cold water makes your skin better, I want to try it."

Ruyi, unsuspecting, ordered her servant to bring a bucket of cold water.

Everything was ready except for the final touch. While taking a bath, Wen Jiayue took the Ruyi away for a moment and splashed cold water on her head and body.

Even though it was still hot at the end of August, pouring cold water on you would still make you shiver.

Wen Jiayue dared not delay and gritted her teeth to finish the bucket of cold water.

After thinking for a moment, she scooped some more water from the bathtub and put it in, pretending that she had only used a little.

When Ruyi returned, she casually emptied the water from the bucket.

Ruyi asked in surprise, "Has Madam washed her face?"

Wen Jiayue nodded: "Help me get dressed."

Her voice was still trembling slightly, but you couldn't tell unless you listened carefully.

Ruyi was unaware and focused on serving.

Wen Jiayue looked at Ruyi and silently thought that she would definitely avoid the danger of that day.

The fever started very quickly after the bath.

In less than half an hour, Wen Jiayue began to feel dizzy.

She didn't show it; if it was just dizziness, that wouldn't be enough.

She instructed, "Ruyi, you can go out now. I want to take a nap."

After spending an hour alone in her bedroom, Wen Jiayue gradually couldn't hold on any longer.

She was burning up, yet she couldn't help shivering; the alternation between hot and cold was extremely uncomfortable.

She rang the bell to summon Ruyi.

Ruyi entered with a smile: "Madam, you're awake... Madam, what's wrong?"

She was shocked; why was the lady's face so red?

She quickly touched the lady's hand; it was surprisingly hot.

“I was like this after I woke up,” Wen Jiayue said, frowning. “I probably have a fever. Go and send someone to fetch the imperial physician.”

Ruyi hurriedly replied, "Okay," and called out, "Someone come here!"

There was a brief moment of chaos in the main courtyard. Before the physician arrived, Shen Fuhan was the first to appear.

Wen Jiayue looked out the window, her head spinning. It wasn't even dark yet, so why was he back?

Shen Fuhan asked in a deep voice, "Are you alright?"

His tone was calm, but his expression was unusually somewhat bewildered.

In my dream, Wen Jiayue passed away from illness. The time was unknown; all I knew was that she died young.

She's only eighteen now, and if it's because of this illness...

He didn't dare think any further and gripped her burning hot hand tightly.

"Ah Yue, don't worry, you'll be fine. I'll go and fetch the imperial physician."