The attendants of Princess Qinghe hurriedly helped her onto the carriage and swiftly departed.
"Does she have asthma?"
Considering Princess Qinghe's condition just now, it seemed like an asthma attack.
Yongle turned around, "Could it be that she was pretending?"
Yun Nian: …
Second floor, elegant room.
"Your Royal Highness, should we still intervene since Princess Qinghe fainted due to Princess's anger?" Du Jin sought guidance.
Yun Nian: It would be better to give away your eyes to someone else.
"If she is unwell, she should recuperate at home." Xiao Chengjun whispered.
The two little darlings had their fill of food and wanted to find their mother, but Xiao Chengjun stopped them.
Yongle knew to seek Yun Nian's help when faced with difficulties, so he wasn't entirely foolish.
Du Jin understood without words, "Should we send a bowl of turtle soup to Princess Qinghe as well?"