Xiao Tang suddenly spoke up: "Prince Yu, your concubine is terminally ill. If I treat her, would you dare to give me a letter of divorce?"

The sudden words startled Yan Ruyu.

Di Huai didn't recognize Xiao Tang, so he subconsciously assumed that this woman was a con artist.

"With you?"

"I have searched the entire Five Continents for divine physicians, but not a single one can cure my beloved concubine's illness. You?"

He looked the masked woman up and down.

To ensure that they could enjoy themselves while strolling through the lantern festival, Xiao Tang instructed Ruyi not to make her casual clothes too extravagant when leaving the mansion. The fabric should be of good quality, but not too eye-catching.

In addition, the light from the lanterns was rather dim at night, making Xiao Tang's dress inconspicuous.

Prince Yu subconsciously thought that this woman was a fraud, and her clothes were not very nice either.

Xiao Tang smiled.

He even inwardly scoffed with disdain.

She had heard something incredibly stupid.

"It seems Prince Yu doesn't cherish this concubine enough. He doesn't care if she coughs herself to death?"

"Cough cough cough, no..." the woman began with difficulty.

She had already vomited a mouthful of blood, and then the bleeding wouldn't stop; she vomited several more times.

He vomited until he was completely exhausted and fainted.

Di Huai Leng suddenly realized something and hurriedly helped her up, calling out to her with worry and heartache, "Shuang'er, Shuang'er, how are you?"

His eyes welled up with tears of excitement.

[Ding, host, please treat this patient to earn 200 points.]

"Are you kidding me? Do you think I'm the kind of person who needs 200 points?"

[Hehe... Let's round it up, host, your current points are...]

[...]

Is rounding up the number the key point?

Does this damn system even understand what's important and what's not?!