Chapter Thirty-Nine: Feigning Weakness

Yuan Siyin originally intended to return to Jianzhang Palace. She had already passed through the artificial hill in the Imperial Garden when she suddenly remembered the dying Yu Shiyan.

no.

She stole the female lead's scenes during the day; I need to explain that to him properly.

Although she's a villainous supporting character, she's the one who maintains the romantic relationship between the male and female leads!

Yuan Siyin acted immediately, turning around and disappearing into the artificial hill in the opposite direction.

The woman in pink sat on the treetop, swinging her legs back and forth. She silently observed her movements, a light handkerchief in her hand fluttering in the wind.

Si Fangming leaped to the treetop and unceremoniously snatched the handkerchief from the woman's hand.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I never expected you to be this kind of person, pretending to be weak."

He examined the handkerchief over and over, and it was clear that she hadn't embroidered it.

"What do you mean by pretending to be weak? She really is weak."

Qi Xinxin covered her face and smiled, not in a hurry to snatch the handkerchief back: "This was given to me by Sister Siyin. If you like it, you can take it. I will tell Sister Siyin tomorrow."

You stole my handkerchief, what can I do? I can only hug Sister Siyin and have a good cry.

"Sister Siyin smells so good, you haven't hugged her, have you? No? No?"

Si Fangming: "...You win."

I should have kept quiet with her while we were at the border.

He stuffed the handkerchief back into Qi Xinxin's hand, feeling somewhat annoyed.

"I hadn't taken your words to heart when you said she was an extremely beautiful woman, but now that I've seen her, it's definitely true."

"Of course! You haven't seen her when she was little. She was even cuter then than she is now!"

Si Fangming got excited as soon as this was mentioned, and without caring whether the treetops could bear it, he squeezed in next to Qi Xinxin and sat down, talking non-stop.

——

The Changbai Hall was dimly lit, casting indistinct shadows of the candlesticks on the walls.

Yu Shiyan lay on the couch, barely breathing, feeling dizzy and unable to hear anything except for a series of ringing sounds.

Liu Huai examined his slightly constricted pupils, then waved his hand in front of his eyes. Seeing no reaction, he had no choice but to repeat loudly, "Your Highness! Can you hear me?"

He tilted his head somewhat sluggishly, his lips slightly parted, but he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

The sweat on Liu Huai's forehead kept pouring down, and he couldn't wipe it all away with the handkerchief he always carried.

"Imperial Physician Liu—"

Yuan Siyin appeared behind him without his noticing, patted his shoulder, and spoke softly.

Liu Huai was startled and quickly turned around to bow to her.

"Greetings, Miss Yuan."

"Tell me, how's the situation?"

After searching for ages without finding a decent stool, Yuan Siyin sighed resignedly, found a spot, dusted herself off, and sat down.

"The situation is not good. The Seventh Prince likely has a blood clot in his brain, which has caused temporary tinnitus. There is also the possibility of amnesia, but we need to wait until his condition improves before making a diagnosis."

Yuan Siyin hadn't even settled into her seat when she heard this and jumped up again: "What?! Amnesia!"

That's great! Amnesia means he'll forget her!

Then she won't have to go through all that trouble to increase her favorability!

Liu Huai lowered his head diligently and added, "But the people and things that left a deep impression on me still have some vague recollection."

Yuan Yayin: "..."

What a disappointment!

"I will first write a prescription, then return to the Imperial Hospital to have it prepared and sent over."

"Why bother? Why not just stay at Changbai Hall?"

He looked around with a complicated expression, saying nothing, yet saying everything.