Tianjie took care of Song Jia the entire day. He did what Peng Yuxian had suggested to him. The fever had reduced in an hour, but Song Jia did not wake up.
"Your Highness, I will–"
"That is not needed," Tianjie did not let her finish the words and asked the servant to leave. He was already annoyed at her for not informing him. But he could not show that anger since Song Jia was still sleeping.
When the evening fell, Song Jia's eyes showed movement. Her fingers moved and she asked for water in a meek voice. Tianjie ducked his head to hear what Song Jia said and asked her to speak once more.
"Water," she meekly said.
Tianjie quickly filled the glass with water and brought it close to her mouth. He lifted her head gently and asked her to drink it. Song Jia took a sip and Tianjie carefully placed her head on the pillow. He put the glass on the bedside table and caressed her hair.
