Moonlit Calamity: The Dragon Girl's Life of Idleness is Broken

Chapter 385 Don't Divert the Chapter Title

"Crash-"

The long-awaited spring rain finally fell, with a hint of hesitation and a touch of urgency, pattering softly on the green tiles.

"Rumble--"

The rain suddenly intensified, and large raindrops pounded on the stone slabs in the courtyard, splashing up tiny water droplets.

A thunderclap suddenly exploded, and lightning ripped across the sky.

Xiao Han was writing documents at his desk when he heard the sound. His brush paused slightly, and he looked up at the window.

For some reason, the sudden clap of thunder made his heart tighten inexplicably.

"This rain..." he murmured softly, then put down his brush and got up to walk towards the study door.

Standing in front of the study door, a cold wind mixed with rain rushed towards me, carrying the chill unique to early spring.

Seeing this, Qingshan quickly took a cloak and gently draped it over Xiao Han's shoulders.

He said in a low voice, "Your Highness, the weather is still chilly. You must be careful not to catch a cold."

Xiao Han tightened his grip and looked up at the sky again. The rain was heavy and thunder was booming. His gaze pierced through the rain and looked in the direction of Qiushui Pavilion.

"Go and fetch the umbrella," he ordered casually.

Qingshan was taken aback, blinking in confusion: "Your Highness, the rain is falling so heavily, where are you headed?"

Xiao Han did not explain, but simply stood there quietly.

Seeing that he was silent, Qingshan wisely didn't ask any more questions and quickly turned around to get his umbrella.

A moment later, he brought over an oil-paper umbrella, opened it, and handed it to Xiao Han.

He asked again, "Where is Your Highness going?"

Xiao Han took the umbrella and walked out, saying, "I'm going to Qiushui Pavilion. You don't need to come with me."

Qingshan was even more confused, scratching his head: "With such heavy rain, why is Your Highness in such a hurry to go to Qiushui Pavilion? Can't you wait until the rain subsides a bit?"

By the time we got there, our shoes were bound to get completely wet.

He thought to himself that he was complaining, but then he suddenly realized what was going on.

Unable to suppress a chuckle, she muttered under her breath, "Is Your Highness afraid the thunder will startle Miss Long, or is he simply missing her? Hehe..."

Xiao Han had already started walking into the rain.

He quickly opened another umbrella and followed far behind.

Although the prince said there was no need to follow him and that he would be safe at the mansion, it was still necessary to protect him from a distance to ensure his safety.

If the prince gives any other instructions, he will be informed in a timely manner.

Xiao Han didn't stop walking and soon arrived at Qiushui Pavilion.

"This servant greets Your Highness," said Granny Lin, bowing and offering her greetings.

Xiao Han nodded slightly and asked directly, "Where is Chu Qing?"

Lin Mama replied respectfully: Your Highness, the young lady rested upstairs this afternoon and should not have woken up yet!

Lunch break?

That makes sense.

But with the rain so heavy and the thunder so loud, was she awakened?

He looked up at the tightly closed window on the second floor.

"I will go up and take a look."

After saying that, he walked straight upstairs.

He reached out and gently pushed open the door, afraid of disturbing the peaceful dream inside.

The room was simply and brightly furnished, with a plain white brocade quilt slightly raised, through which the reclining figure of Long Chuqing could be vaguely seen.

"Chu Qing..." Xiao Han approached slowly with light steps and called out softly.

The person on the bed did not react and was not awakened by his arrival.

Xiao Han sat down on the edge of the bed.

Seeing that her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes were clearly visible, but her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she was not very peaceful in her dream.

He bent down and gently brushed away a strand of hair that had fallen across her forehead.

When I touched her forehead, it felt a little hot; I didn't know if it was from catching a cold or from taking a nap.

Looking at the torrential rain outside the window, I figured it must be due to the transition from spring to winter.

He touched Long Chuqing's forehead again and found that the temperature was abnormal, guessing that it was affected by the spring chill.

Xiao Han immediately summoned Lin Mama, who was waiting outside the door: "Go and prepare some ginger soup, and bring a basin of cold water and a handkerchief."

"Yes, Your Highness." Granny Lin quickly responded and withdrew.

Ginger soup, cold water, and a cloth.

These...are these girls sick?

He was perfectly fine during lunch, so how did he get sick after just one nap?

This is incredible.

Granny Lin dared not delay and quickly went to prepare as instructed.

"Chu Qing..." Xiao Han called softly again.

You can't just keep sleeping in a daze when you're sick.

Long Chuqing slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze was initially somewhat confused, but she closed them tightly again after seeing the person in front of her clearly.

Hmm? She thinks she saw Xiao Han.

Wasn't she taking a nap?

dream?

"Xiao Han?" She opened her eyes again, her voice hoarse from just waking up. "What are you doing here?"

"You're awake!" Xiao Han said softly. "Chu Qing, you're sick."

Get ill?

She won't get sick.

But... why do I feel so tired today?

Could it be that he is really sick?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

"I……"

"Cough cough cough~"

Long Chuqing was about to speak when she coughed a few times, her cheeks turning red.

Once the coughing subsided a bit, she waved her hand and said weakly, "I'm fine... I'm just a little dizzy..."

Xiao Han poured her a glass of water and handed it to her, then helped her up: "Here, have some water and calm down."

"Coughing so badly and still saying you're fine." Xiao Han's voice carried a rare hint of reproach. "Your forehead is very hot; you must have caught a cold and have a fever."

Cold, fever?

No wonder I feel a little dizzy; it's just a fever, not a cold.

Long Chuqing lowered her eyelashes: "It's nothing serious, no need..."

"Not a big deal?" Xiao Han interrupted her, his tone clearly displeased: "Even a cold should not be underestimated. Even if you are a doctor yourself, you cannot neglect your own health."

The thunder outside gradually subsided, but the rain continued unabated.

Long Chuqing looked out the window and said softly, "Why is it raining so hard outside?"

Xiao Han looked helpless: "Don't change the subject."

Long Chuqing lowered his eyes sullenly and coughed lightly.

"Chu Qing, can you treat yourself? Should I have someone fetch Doctor Yuan to take your pulse?"

I've heard that doctors cannot heal themselves, but I don't know if that's true or not.

The symptoms of a cold are generally similar, so this little thing shouldn't be a problem for Chu Qing.

Long Chuqing gently comforted him, "Don't worry, I don't have a cold or fever. I'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

Despite hearing her say that, Xiao Han didn't believe her. Looking at her weak appearance, she didn't seem to be alright at all.

He found some paper and pen: "Why don't you tell me a prescription for treating a cold, and I'll send someone to get the medicine and brew it for you?"

Long Chuqing thought about it and realized that he wouldn't feel at ease if things weren't done the way he wanted.

So she gave Xiao Han a prescription for treating colds.

Although there are still many medicinal herbs in Qiushui Pavilion, they are no longer complete, and we cannot currently gather enough prescriptions for a cold.

After Xiao Han finished writing, he immediately called Qingshan and asked someone to go to the pharmacy outside to get the medicine.

Before long, Ziguang brought water, while Granny Lin was simmering ginger soup in the small kitchen.

Xiao Han wrung out a wet cloth and placed it on Long Chuqing's forehead to cool him down.

Although Long Chuqing felt somewhat helpless, she did not refuse his good intentions.

I must say, this cool handkerchief feels quite comfortable on my forehead.

Before long, Granny Lin brought in ginger soup. Xiao Han took the soup, scooped up a spoonful, and gently blew on it to cool it down.

"Come on, drink the ginger soup first," he said softly, carefully feeding it to Long Chuqing's lips.

Long Chuqing hesitated and didn't speak. She looked up at Xiao Han and said, "I'll do it myself."

She didn't have any broken arms or legs, and she wasn't so weak that she needed to be served like this; she really wasn't used to it.

Long Chuqing took the soup bowl and brought it to her lips. The warm ginger soup slid down her throat, dispelling much of the chill in her body.

She sipped her drink, glancing out of the corner of her eye to see Xiao Han staring intently at her.

"By the way," Long Chuqing asked, "It's raining so hard outside, why did you come all the way here?"

Xiao Han's eyes flickered slightly: "I heard thunder and felt uneasy, so I came to check it out."

A simple sentence warmed Long Chuqing's heart, and she was sure it wasn't the warmth from the ginger soup.

An unknown emotion quietly swept through my heart, but vanished moments later, as if it had never existed.

She looked up into his deep eyes, which were filled with tenderness and concern.

Alas, she did disturb his life.