The Prefectural Governor hurriedly supported her, sighing as he said, "This is why I said Shao Hua has caused a great disaster."
"She should indeed be disciplined properly," the Prefect's Wife remarked, feeling pity for her daughter, but also harboring a trace of anger after hearing this news.
As the Prefectural Governor helped her walk to the room, the two of them talked along the way.
The clear sky once again turned gloomy, with the cold wind blowing incessantly.
Pei Huaian, carrying the freshly cooked porridge, entered the room and saw the person lying unconscious on the bed; his brow furrowed, his expression grave, and his eyes filled with worry and tenderness.
He set down the tray in his hand, slowly sat by the bed, and carefully lifted up Pei Jingxian's delicate, fair, and seemingly boneless arm, took a spoon from beside him, and gently fed her a mouthful of warm porridge at just the right temperature.
