Chapter 391 Such a Frail She

Shen Li felt as if there was a fire within her body, burning her internal organs, yet she also seemed to be in the Ice Kiln, where everything around her was so cold.

The agony of ice and fire was unbearably intense.

It was as if many people were gathering around her, murmuring something indistinct, their voices low and faint, tinged with a panicked atmosphere.

"Why is she on the ground?" Huo Siyu scolded the maid in a low voice.

Unconsciously lowering his voice, afraid of disturbing Shen Li.

The moment he saw Shen Li, his heart clenched hard.

Her body was burning hot, writhing in pain on the carpet, so pitiful, so helpless.

"I was afraid of disturbing Miss Shen's rest, so I checked on her every half hour," the serving maid stammered in fright, "Maybe because the Noble concubine's couch is too small, and Miss Shen, being ill, rolled off while trying to turn over in discomfort."