Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart



Beitang You comforted her when he saw this. "Don't worry, I'm fine. I just caught a slight cold. I'll be okay after taking some rest."

"Who's worried?" Yaoyao mumbled as she pulled her hand away. After that, she said seriously, "You may be sick from catching a cold, but it's not as mild as you're describing it. You won't get well soon if you don't rest well in bed."

Beitang You laughed quietly. This girl was still claiming she was not worried about him.

However, why did he feel so happy despite her sarcastic tone?

"I can't believe you're able to laugh about this." Yaoyao glared at him. She turned to Chen Jin to say, "Has the imperial physician given him a prescription? Has your master taken the medicine?"

Chen Jin could also tell that concern was hidden within her sarcastic tone. He could not help but reply with a smile, "The imperial physician has given him a prescription. The medicine is currently being boiled right now. I'll serve it to Master in a while."

"Alright. Hurry up and bring the medicine over," Yaoyao said as she went toward Beitang You. She held his arm and lifted her head to look at him while batting her eyelids. "Let's go, Your Majesty."

Beitang You's mind went blank with slight disbelief when the young girl came so close to him.

It took him quite a while before reacting as he asked somewhat foolishly, "Where are we going?"

When Yaoyao saw him looking a little silly, she could not help rolling her eyes. "To your bedchamber, of course. Where else would you want to go?"

"Why are we going to my bedchamber?" Beitang You felt he must be greatly sick. Even his brain seemed to be working slowly.

Chen Jin, who had not left the scene, wanted to cover his own face after watching his master's reaction.

He thought, 'Please don't go thinking inappropriate thoughts. It's not what you think, Master.'

Yaoyao was taken aback by Beitang You's question. She lifted her eyes to look at him. "What are you thinking about?"

Beitang You stiffened and lowered his gaze to look at her.

To stop his master from saying something he would regret, Chen Jin quickly went forward and said, "Sorry to trouble you with bringing Master back to his bedchamber to rest. I'll be back very soon with the medicine."

"It's fine. You can go ahead." Yaoyao nodded.

Chen Jin gave one last worried glance at his master before leaving.

His master was usually such a smart person. Why did he suddenly turn dumb after getting sick?

Beitang You recovered his thoughts. He realized he had almost uttered something bad and he quickly shut his mouth and stopped talking.

Yaoyao gave him a look and when she saw him looking uncomfortable, she insisted, "Hurry up and get some rest if you're feeling unwell."

"Alright," Beitang You replied with a smile.

Yaoyao helped him to his bedchamber, where he leaned against the bedrest as he sat in bed. She turned around to pour him a glass of hot water. "You should drink hot water when you're sick."

Beitang You took the glass from her and drank from it obediently.

After that, Yaoyao ordered breakfast to be served.

Soon, the servants served up the breakfast efficiently.

Yaoyao walked over and scooped a bowl of congee with some light dishes.

Beitang You stared expectantly at Yaoyao busying herself with the food.

Would Yaoyao be feeding him personally?

He got excited as he thought about it. He felt that it was the perfect time for him to fall sick. He would be quite happy to remain sick for a few more days.

Just as he was thinking about this, a white porcelain bowl was pushed into his hand.

"Eat while it's hot," Yaoyao said as she placed a spoon into his bowl, which made a crisp clatter.

Beitang You snapped out of his daze and stared at the bowl in his hand. He looked at the girl standing next to his bed and felt a little unhappy. "You…"

Yaoyao mistook it for him not being happy about the food, so she explained, "You should have some light food since you're sick. You can have tastier food once you get well."

Beitang You scooped a spoonful of the food and put it into his mouth. He had never felt that congee tasted bad, but now, he suddenly found it quite difficult to swallow.