Chapter 34 Cao Cao is ill

Leaning against Aman's back, I unknowingly fell asleep.

When I woke up, I was already lying in bed in the Prime Minister's residence.

Opening my eyes, I was met with a pair of beautiful eyes, but those eyes held a cold sneer.

Madam Yin?

What is she doing here? (17)

"Your name is Xiaoxiao?" She asked, standing by my bedside. Her voice, though normal, carried a hint of mockery that made me uncomfortable.

I remained lying in bed, motionless, quietly watching her.

"No wonder the Prime Minister treats you differently," she said with a smile.

These past few days, it seems that people keep bringing up my name, repeatedly reminding me that a woman named "Xiaoxiao" once lived here, and that the woman who has passed away seems to have become a beautiful legend.

And I am just a substitute?

Ha, I am the one and only, unparalleled in the world, the one and only Pei Xiao! So what if I am abandoned? So what if I have no parents?

I absolutely refuse to be a stand-in!

I stared at Madam Yin. Her lips looked soft and pretty, with light makeup, but they paled in comparison to her beautiful son.

"I truly feel sorry for you. A man is holding you in his arms while thinking of another woman. If it were me, I would have died of shame and indignation long ago," Madam Yin continued her mockery.

"Yes." I nodded, looking quite serious.

Seeing my calm demeanor, Madam Yin was somewhat surprised and stopped talking.

"Let me think, what part of you resembles Xiaoxiao the most?" I grinned, pretending to think. "Eyes? Nose? Or...lips?" I said with a grin, "Lips, right?"

Madam Yin was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, "You're talking nonsense. I've never even seen that woman, so how would you know?"

"Let me guess?" I narrowed my eyes, a slightly mischievous smile on my face. "Does the Prime Minister have a particular fondness for your lips? Does he especially enjoy kissing you?"

She gasped, and Madam Yin covered her lips with her slender hands, then lowered them as if burned.

I turned my head slightly and looked at her in such a state of disarray, and sighed inwardly, "I guessed it?"

I deliberately sat up, leaned against the edge of the bed, and shook my head and sighed.

“Mother.” A soft voice.

I looked towards the doorway, my eyes crinkling with a smile, and waved, calling out, "Hi! Little beauty!"

The boy in the brocade robe twitched slightly, his rosy cheeks flushed with a faint blush, making him incredibly cute.

"Yan'er?" Madam Yin turned around, looked at her son, and composed herself, speaking gently.

He Yan glared at me with a displeased expression, then looked at Madam Yin and asked, "What are you doing here?" He showed no respect whatsoever to the mother who had carried him for ten months and given birth to him.

Madam Yin's expression stiffened slightly, and she bit her lip, but said nothing.

With a cold snort, He Yan turned and left.

Madam Yin left with him without uttering a word.

I was dumbfounded. Who is the mother here? This disrespectful brat!

"Miss, Miss..." Tuanzi rushed in and immediately knelt down.

I raised an eyebrow at her panting appearance. "Stop pretending. Madam Yin is long gone."

Upon hearing this, Tuanzi stood up, supporting herself on the corner of the table, hands on her hips, still panting.

"What's wrong?" I asked, surprised to see her like this.

"Young master... young master..." Tuanzi's face turned as red as an apple.

"Young Master?" I was slightly taken aback, then remembered Guo Jia's frail health and became somewhat worried. "Half-Immortal? What happened to the Half-Immortal? Don't worry, tell me slowly."

“Young master… let me tell you, the Prime Minister is ill…” Tuanzi took a breath and finally said smoothly.

Is Cao Cao sick?

"The Prime Minister has been calling you," Tuanzi said, shrugging.

Me? Is it really me? Perhaps the "Xiaoxiao" he's calling out to is someone else entirely.

Lifting up my slightly cumbersome skirt, I followed Tuanzi all the way to Aman's room.

Upon reaching the entrance, they saw several beautiful women anxiously being kept outside, including Madam Yin, along with three handsome young men and a little girl, all of whom they had seen on the day they entered the mansion. Of course, the little beauty He Yan was also there.

"Miss Xiaoxiao." The guard at the door quickly opened the door and let me in.

Amidst the envious or resentful gazes of the beauties, I walked into the room with an air of fearlessness.

The room was simple and elegant, not luxurious. As soon as I entered the room, I saw Aman lying on the bed, his eyes closed, his forehead covered in sweat, looking very painful.

"Smile...smile..." he murmured.

Hua Yingxiong was sitting by the bed, examining the patient very carefully, while Madam Ding and Guo Jia stood by.

Hearing my footsteps, Guo Jia turned around, saw me, and gestured for me to come over.

"Xiaoxiao..." he murmured, his eyes tightly closed.

That helpless expression, those familiar eyes and brows—my heart tightened slightly. Without much thought, I stepped forward and grasped his limp hand.

His eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his narrow eyes slowly opened. "Xiaoxiao..." His pale lips were devoid of any color.

He blinked his narrow eyes, then suddenly pulled me in the arms. I was caught off guard and ended up falling headfirst into his embrace. Luckily, the bed was sturdy enough, otherwise he probably would have torn my old bones apart along with me.

I let out a wail and tried to push him away, but he didn't move.

"Hey! Let go!" I struggled and yelled.

"Xiaoxiao, I thought... you would never come back," he said softly, leaning against my neck.

I paused for a moment, then gently patted his back, speechless.

Xiaoxiao, the Xiaoxiao he called out, was it me? For a moment, I suddenly wasn't sure.

All around was silent, and Aman stood motionless next to me.

His breath was even and soothing against my neck, tickling me.

"The Prime Minister searched for you all night last night," Madam Ding said calmly.

I turned my head slightly and saw the sadness in Madam Ding's eyes, though she hid it very well.

Her eyes are beautiful.