Xia Zhi's arm was in a sling, making everything much more difficult for her. Morning routines such as washing up, putting on makeup, and getting dressed were so exhausting that she sweated profusely and ended up taking more than half an hour longer than usual.
Hurriedly leaving her room for the dining room, the maid was just bringing in the prepared breakfast.
Seeing Xia Zhi's injury, she asked in surprise, "Oh my, what happened to you? I even fried some fish this morning, but that's inflammatory food, you shouldn't eat it."
"Okay, I'll eat something else." Xia Zhi's throat could now speak, but it was still very hoarse.
"Why is your throat still like this?" the maid asked with concern. "You've been resting for two days; what's happened to you?"
Xia Zhi couldn't be bothered to explain and brushed it off with a perfunctory smile.