Lu Zhaozhao's back was already drenched in sweat.
Even though the air conditioning was on in the room, she had broken out in a full sweat.
She resigned herself to lie down in Song Sinian's arms as he carried her directly back to the room.
Dinner, after all, she had failed to eat at the dining table.
Lu Zhaozhao thought she had embarrassed herself all the way to Java when a servant came directly to the bedroom with food.
"Madam, Mr. Song heard you had a bad stomachache, so he had the kitchen specially prepare some stomach-nourishing porridge for you to drink before bed."
"Uh..."
Lu Zhaozhao awkwardly tugged at the corners of her mouth.
It seemed Song Sinian had come up with a "very suitable" excuse for her.
She nodded, "Okay, thank you."
"The sir said madam had already taken medicine, so Old Master Song didn't call the doctor, but he also instructed that if madam still feels uncomfortable, the family doctor is on standby at any time for madam to feel at ease."