"Caught a cold, running a fever." Feng Liyan folded the wet towel twice and placed it on Wen Xiao'ai's burning forehead, then tried to feed her some warm water.
"The Little Princess has always been frail, kneeling for several hours in such cold weather can easily cause problems."
Feng Liyan's tone carried a hint of reproach.
His words were directed towards the Clan Leader standing nearby.
"Hmph, never knew her bones could be so strong." The Clan Leader snorted coldly.
Hearing Wen Xiao'ai calling out for Jun Moyan again and again, his heart was both anxious and fearful.
Before, whenever punished, she would always act spoiled and make a fuss, complaining after just five minutes of standing with a book balanced on her head.
Yet now for Jun Moyan, she would rather kneel in the freezing cold for so long.
She was pampered since childhood, when had she ever suffered like this?
Oh, what a calamity, what a calamity.
