Mo Qinghuan laughed so hard that her stomach ached. She rubbed her belly and straightened up.
"I won't talk to you anymore. I'm going to check if Dan'er and the others are feeling better."
She walked towards Dan'er's room. Dan'er and Shuang'er were tidying up the room that had been messed up during the decoction of medicine. When they saw Mo Qinghuan coming, Dan'er stopped what she was doing and looked obedient. "Miss."
Since Shuang'er was sweeping the floor, Mo Qinghuan didn't go in. She stood at the door, craning her neck inside, and asked, "How do you feel after taking the medicine?"
Shuang'er ran up to Mo Qinghuan with the broom in her hand. "Wow, Miss. After taking the medicine, I really feel much better. It used to hurt so much here."
As she said that, she pointed to her neck, at the position of her throat.
"Good. It's okay then. Take a few more days of rest." Just as she was speaking, a little maid ran over, shouting as she ran, "Sister Dan'er, Sister Dan'er." Maybe she was running too fast and almost bumped into Mo Qinghuan recklessly.
Dan'er was so scared that she quickly supported the girl's arm and helped her catch her breath. "What's wrong, Cuixia?"
Hearing the name, Mo Qinghuan couldn't help twitching the corner of her mouth. This name was really a bit tacky...
"Sister Dan'er, I heard you talking about Shuang'er's illness yesterday, but look at me..." As she said that, she opened her mouth and pointed inside.
Mo Qinghuan turned her head to look, but didn't see anything.
It was Dan'er who, after taking a look, looked at Mo Qinghuan in shock.
"Princess Consort, it's the same illness as us sisters."
Only then did Cuixia notice that Mo Qinghuan was standing there. She was so scared that she quickly lowered her head and bowed.
"Your servant is guilty for not noticing the Princess Consort. Please forgive your servant."
Mo Qinghuan shook her head and raised her hand as if to support her. "Open your mouth. Let me take a look."
Cuixia obediently opened her mouth. Mo Qinghuan took a look and sure enough, it was the same illness as Dan'er and her sister.
But she was filled with doubts. If Dan'er and her sister ate and lived together, it was easier for them to get infected. But how did Cuixia get infected?
As a doctor, she immediately smelled a dangerous signal.
"Dan'er, stop tidying up. Go find the steward and immediately gather everyone in the mansion in the front yard. I need to ask some questions."
After saying that, she went back to her room, took out a few doses of the medicine she had prepared for Dan'er yesterday from her space and put them in the medicine chest, then went to the front yard.
Mu Yanming and Lu Zixiu were sitting in the front hall. Seeing Mo Qinghuan gathering everyone together, they walked out and stood at the door, looking in Mo Qinghuan's direction.
Steward Zhong bowed and walked up to Mo Qinghuan. "Princess Consort, except for the guards, all the maids and servants in the mansion are here."
"Good. Thank you, Uncle Zhong." She gave Uncle Zhong a faint smile, then looked at the people standing in a row.
"Everyone, don't be nervous. Listen to me. I called you all here just to ask you to check your own mouths and throats to see if anyone is sick without knowing it."
As soon as she said this, everyone looked at each other and started chatting noisily.
"What do you mean? What does it mean to be sick without knowing it?"
"Right. How can someone be sick without even knowing it?"
Uncle Zhong took a step forward. Before he could say anything, the people below immediately fell silent.
"What are you all shouting about? If the Princess Consort asks you to check yourself, then check yourself."
However, for a long time after he finished speaking, no one stepped forward.
After a while, Mo Qinghuan picked up the medicine chest. "Since there's no one, then you can all disperse. But if anyone is sick, you must tell me."
She turned around and saw Mu Yanming and Lu Zixiu looking at her. Immediately, she felt a wave of shame and lowered her head as she walked towards them.
Mu Yanming motioned for Bai Ke to take the medicine chest from her hand. She walked up the steps and stood in front of Mu Yanming.
"What happened? The Princess Consort looks very nervous." Lu Zixiu asked, gently shaking his fan.
Mo Qinghuan awkwardly pursed her lips. "It's nothing much. It's just that three cases of herpes suddenly appeared. I'm worried about the spread, so I asked everyone. But since there's no one, I'm relieved."
"A contagious disease?" Mu Yanming thought that Mo Qinghuan wasn't the kind of person who would get nervous for no reason, so he asked one more question.
Mo Qinghuan nodded. "Yes. Last night, I found that Dan'er and her sister had the same illness. Since they're sisters and eat and live together, I didn't pay much attention. But when I went to see Dan'er just now, a maid named Cuixia also had the same illness. So, I thought something was wrong. But since there's no one, I'm relieved."
"Just because no one said anything doesn't mean there's no one sick."
Mo Qinghuan looked up at Mu Yanming. "Do you mean that someone didn't tell the truth just now?"
"Yes. Maybe they didn't take it seriously either."
Mu Yanming walked down the steps. The crowd had just dispersed and Uncle Zhong hadn't left yet.
Seeing Mu Yanming, Uncle Zhong immediately bowed and asked, "My Lord, do you have any orders?"
Mu Yanming turned around and looked at Mo Qinghuan. "Qinghuan, tell Uncle Zhong the specific symptoms and ask Uncle Zhong to investigate."
Mo Qinghuan nodded. "Okay. I'll write down the specific symptoms later and give them to Uncle Zhong."
"Okay, My Lord, Princess Consort. Then I'll go and get busy first."
Hearing Uncle Zhong refer to himself as "I" instead of "your servant" in front of Mu Yanming, Mo Qinghuan couldn't help but be curious about Uncle Zhong's background.
She looked at Uncle Zhong's back and pinched her chin.
Seeing her in a daze, Mu Yanming said, "Aren't you going to write down the symptoms?"
Hearing Mu Yanming's voice, Mo Qinghuan came back to her senses. "Oh."
She walked towards the Yangyang Hall and Mu Yanming followed.
"Uncle Zhong used to be by Father's side."
Mu Yanming said this and then walked ahead.
Looking at his back, Mo Qinghuan suddenly felt that Mu Yanming's back was very lonely. She took a deep breath and chased after him.
Mu Yanming entered the room first. As usual, he sat at the table and quietly drank his tea.
Mo Qinghuan walked in and went to the writing desk. She ground the ink and then picked up the brush to write. Calligraphy wasn't difficult for her. Her master had always insisted that she learn calligraphy. Now that she thought about it, it was lucky that her master had insisted. Otherwise, she would have been embarrassed this time.
After she finished writing, she picked it up and blew on it. After it was dry, she walked over and handed it to Mu Yanming.
Mu Yanming was drinking tea. He looked up at her. "What do you want me to do with this?"
Seeing that he didn't take it, Mo Qinghuan flattened it on the table.
"I thought you'd want to take a look. Since you don't, I'll send it to Uncle Zhong."
As she said this, she didn't reach for the paper. Instead, she imitated Mu Yanming and poured herself a cup of tea. She picked it up and sipped it carefully.
Out of the corner of his eye, Mu Yanming glanced at the paper. When he saw the words "highly contagious", he put down his teacup and picked up the paper.
"Highly contagious. Shouldn't the people who are already sick be isolated and their movements restricted?"
Mo Qinghuan looked at him appreciatively. "Not bad. As expected of the Regent. You're so sharp when considering things."
Seeing that Mo Qinghuan didn't seem worried at all, Mu Yanming wasn't so tense anymore. He believed that Mo Qinghuan already had a plan. Otherwise, she wouldn't have the mood to joke with him here.