A figure followed inside, but it was not Marquis Fu. Wearing a burlap tunic and carrying a medical box, he stroked his beard and greeted her with a chuckle, "Young Madame, the Marquis sent me to check your pulse and ensure you are well."
"Wasn't my pulse taken just before I left the Capital?"
Fu Rong instinctively touched her wrist, watching as the physician in the manor laid out the pulse pillow and remained standing there.
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