After leaving the music hall, Qingying asked the coachman to drive the carriage to the entrance of a clinic.

Just as I was about to enter, I ran into Wei Dongchen, who was coming out from inside.

Upon seeing her, Wei Dongchen's eyes lit up, but then he became somewhat worried and walked over to ask, "Weren't you going to the music hall to find Li Niang? Why did you suddenly come to the clinic? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, I just came to ask about some things."

Qingying went inside, and Wei Dongchen immediately followed.

She turned to look at him. "Weren't you leaving?"

"I just came over to change my dressing, and I didn't expect to run into you. I'm free right now, so I'll wait for you to go together."

"Where are you hurt?" Qingying asked with a hint of worry in her voice.

Wei Dongchen leaned closer with a bright smile, her slender figure reflected in her sparkling eyes. "Are you worried about me?"

"otherwise?"

Does your concern for me mean you care about me?

Qingying immediately looked away and said indifferently, "I just wanted to ask one more question."

"I'm fine. A few days ago, I was accidentally scratched by a petty thief. It just so happened to be on an old wound, so I have to come here every few days to change the dressing."

Seeing that he didn't seem to be in any trouble, Qingying didn't ask any more questions and walked inside on her own.

Just then, the doctor finished seeing a patient and a seat became available, so she sat down.

"What ailment does the young lady have?" the doctor asked with a kind and gentle expression.

Qingying felt a little embarrassed and muttered to herself: "This attempt at dressing up as a man today was a complete failure. I didn't fool anyone!"

She was internally frantic, but didn't show it on her face.

"Doctor, I came here today just to ask what the area below this is?" Qingying asked, pointing to a spot on her body.

The doctor glanced at it and uttered a single word: "Lung."

Although I had expected it, I still felt a jolt when I learned of it.

She remembered that Li Niang had told her earlier at the music hall that she was born with a weaker constitution, but she didn't have any particular illness.

From a young age, she was told by those around her that she had a lung disease, which prevented her from running, jumping, getting wet in the rain, playing in the water, riding horses, and doing many things that ordinary people could do. As a child, she always dreamed of having a healthy body so that she could run freely in the rain, but such a simple thing became a luxury for her.

It turns out there was no such thing as a congenital lung disease. It was Pan who stabbed her in the back and poisoned her, causing serious damage to her lungs. In addition, Zhang Mama secretly poisoned her and released willow catkins for many years afterward, which is why her health never improved.

Her voice trembled slightly, "Doctor, could you please take my pulse and see if there's any chance my lung disease can be cured?"

"Alright, please extend your hand, young lady."

The doctor placed his fingers on her wrist and quietly examined her.

After a long while, the doctor frowned and withdrew his hand, saying, "This is a chronic ailment that has plagued you for many years. It has been left untreated until now, and there is no possibility of a cure. However, as long as you pay attention to it in your daily life, it will not affect your normal life."

Having anticipated this outcome, Qingying felt only a slight pang of pain in her heart before nonchalantly withdrawing her hand. "I understand, thank you, doctor."

When the doctor was examining patients, it was inconvenient for Wei Dongchen to accompany him, so he sat by the medicine shelf in the outer room, crossing his legs like a debt collector.

Seeing Qingying come out, he quickly went to greet her and asked with concern, "How are you?"

"What do you mean, how about it?"

"Didn't you say you came to ask about something? So naturally, I'm asking how your inquiries went and whether you got the results you wanted."

"Just as I expected." Qingying remained indifferent throughout.

Wei Dongchen assumed he had done something wrong to offend her. Weiwei panicked slightly, "What's wrong? Why are you unhappy?"

"N-nothing..." Qingying avoided his question and turned to walk outside.

Wei Dongchen followed her, looking her up and down, and concluded: "Impossible, there must be something wrong with you, you just don't want to tell me."

"You know I don't want to talk about it, yet you still ask?"

"Okay, then I won't ask anymore. You can tell me whenever you want."

Qingying got into the carriage, and he actually followed her in.

"Don't you have your own carriage?" Qingying frowned and glanced at him.

“My carriage isn’t as comfortable as yours. I’ll get off at the fork in the road later.”

Seeing his waving hands and shameless expression, Qingying was completely at a loss.

The carriage moved forward smoothly, and Qingying closed her eyes, quietly organizing her thoughts.

It's all because of Liu Yu's selfishness and lust that everything has happened today!

Pan not only killed her mother, but has also harmed her to this extent over the years. How could she just swallow this injustice silently? And Liu Shushu and Liu Chenglin, she never felt that she owed any of them anything, so why should she let them frame her without fighting back?

Liu Chengfeng told Liu Shushu that she had suffered for many years and that she should not compete with her.

Why? Why not fight for it?

Even though she had never been treated kindly, they created the illusion of favoritism and affection for her, making her believe she was lucky and grateful to her enemies.

This is absolutely ridiculous!

When Qingying opened her eyes again, her gaze was filled with a cold, desolate clarity.

Suddenly feeling the gaze directed at her from the other side, she looked up and met Wei Dongchen's probing eyes.

"What are you thinking about?" Wei Dongchen asked cautiously.

Qingying pursed her lips and said truthfully, "I'm thinking about how to take revenge on my enemies."

"Wh-what?"

Qingying looked at him, pondered for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "Wei Dongchen, are you truly in love with me?"

"Yes." Wei Dongchen raised a finger to swear, eager to prove himself, and said, "Heaven above, if I am not sincere, may I be punished by heaven!"

"In that case, you should choose an auspicious day to propose marriage at the General's Mansion, the sooner the better."

He froze for a moment, staring unblinkingly at Qingying, before finally finding his voice: "You...you're telling the truth?"

Qingying nodded and said, "We can finalize the marriage first, but we may have to postpone the wedding for a while."

"It's okay, I can wait for you." He was overjoyed, his eyes brimming with undisguised joy. He excitedly opened his arms to her, but seeing that she was still sitting there, he stopped and awkwardly sat back down, still smiling foolishly at her.

Seeing Wei Dongchen like this for the first time, Qingying couldn't help but smile. "I never thought that the flamboyant and unrestrained young master could be so silly."

He chuckled sheepishly and scratched his head. "I'm so happy, Er Yatou."

"Now Liu Shushu is the second daughter of the General's Mansion."

"I don't care, you'll always be my second daughter, and no one can replace you."

Qingying felt a slight warmth in her heart, and her eyes even began to swell. For so long, only Wei Dongchen had said her position was irreplaceable.