Yun Jiao was given medicine and only woke up in the evening.
Upon waking, she lay on the bed in a daze, then silently shed tears.
A hand holding a handkerchief reached over to wipe her tears dry. Yang Ying whispered, "Miss, don't be sad, you must think of the child in your belly."
Yun Jiao nodded slightly, closed her eyes, and after a long while, slowly opened them again, "I'm hungry, bring some food."
Yang Ying hurriedly ordered the maid to the kitchen.
Yun Jiao was deeply distressed, forcing herself to eat some food, but did not sleep, sitting in the courtyard, staring blankly for a long time before going back inside to sleep.
In the evening, she sent the night-duty maid to the outer room and entered the medicine storage.
She put on rubber gloves, took out a good amount of medicine from the drawer, carefully crushing and mixing them.
After busily working for more than two hours, she finally left the medicine storage and went back to sleep.
