Liang Zhaoyi saw his appearance and quickly said, "Let's talk about it when you're better. For now, just rest well."
Although Zhao Yao felt much better in spirit, his mind was foggy from having too many dreams.
"Mother consort, I'm fine now. I haven't had a fever again, so I don't need the medicine anymore."
"No, you're not completely well yet. You still need to take the medicine."
As they were speaking, Tong Xi came in with a bowl of medicine, emitting a strong bitter smell.
Zhao Yao immediately lay back down, burrowed into the blanket, cocooning himself like a silkworm, and rolled to the innermost part of the bed.
"Yao Yao, will you take it yourself, or do you want Mother Consort to feed you?" Liang Zhaoyi stood by the bed, holding the medicine with a gentle smile.
Hearing Liang Zhaoyi's voice, dripping with tenderness, Zhao Yao felt a shiver on his scalp. He dared not hide in the bed any longer and obediently rolled back.
