Meng Qianqian caught a cold in the Imperial Palace; everything tasted bland, and her sense of smell was dull. She constantly craved some sweet and spicy fried pastries.
"Nanny Li warned you, those are not to be eaten!"
Nanny Wan decisively took the plate of pastries away.
Meng Qianqian sighed.
Nanny Li came over, sweating profusely. "Goodness, that little girl sleeps like a log! I've been calling her forever, and she's still out cold."
Meng Qianqian smiled faintly. "Let Tan'er sleep a little longer."
Nanny Li asked worriedly, "Sleeping this much… could it be something serious?"
Meng Qianqian chuckled lightly. "Don't worry, Nanny. Tan'er is perfectly fine."
It was the truth. Lady Yan had already examined Tan'er, and Meng Qianqian had also taken her pulse. According to Lady Yan, Tan'er was as robust as a young calf. No need for unnecessary medication—she'd recover on her own.
