After taking a few sips, Auntie Tang shook her head, her face pale: "No, I can't drink it."
The old maid looked at her pale cheeks with a heartache and said doubtfully: "Auntie, why does it seem that your complexion is getting worse?"
"Yes! I also feel very weak these days."
The old maid looked at the bowl of herbal medicine and then at Auntie Tang, hesitantly saying: "Auntie, do you think there might be something wrong with this medicine?"
Auntie Tang: "What do you mean...?"
The old maid nodded silently.
"It shouldn't be, I haven't been punished for such a disgraceful thing I did, it can't be, definitely not." By the end of her sentence, Auntie Tang herself was unsure.
"Auntie, to be safe, why don't I go to Prince Pu tomorrow and ask him to bring a doctor to examine you again?"
"Hmm, that sounds good, anyway I haven't seen my father and mother for a long time. I really miss them." Auntie Tang readily agreed.
