She answered nonchalantly, but Chen Minrou gasped and grabbed her hand. "Good heavens, don't you think you should ask an Imperial Physician to check your pulse?"
"Gently..."
Her wrist was starting to hurt.
Cui Lingyao frowned. "Didn't the Imperial Physician check my pulse just a few days ago? I've been taking the prescription he gave me, and my collarbone is healing nicely. I'm eating and sleeping well. I just have a little craving for sour things. There's no need to be so dramatic."
She was so calm that the thought in Chen Minrou's mind dissipated, and she began to wonder if she was truly making a fuss over nothing.
After all, it wasn't unheard of for one's tastes to change while taking medicine.
Perhaps the exciting possibility that had just surfaced refused to be suppressed. And since they were genuinely close friends with nothing to hold back, Chen Minrou went ahead and asked, "When was your last menstrual period?"
"..." Cui Lingyao was stunned. "What do you mean?"
