Xiangling, who was guarding the door, spat at their backs as she watched them leave. Heartless! They didn't come to see their mistress when she was sick, but now that she's awake, they've come. They're shameless! Don't think she doesn't know what they're thinking.

After sleeping for half an hour, Qingyin opened her sleepy eyes.

As dusk settled, candles were lit inside the room, their dim, flickering light making it impossible to discern the time of day.

When will Xiangling arrive?

Xiangling stepped forward, helped the young lady who was trying to get up, and carefully placed a soft pillow under her waist before gently saying, "Miss, it's 5 PM."

"How about I have the servants make you a bowl of hot porridge?"

Qingyin's eyes were drowsy, but she wasn't sleepy. She shook her head with her small, delicate face, which was flushed from an afternoon's sleep, looking rosy and lively.

"No, I don't want to eat."

Xiangling rarely saw her mistress being so unreasonable, and she found it both cute and frustrating.

Having no other choice, Xiangling took a step back, remembering the doctor's words that patients shouldn't eat too much after waking up. She coaxed, "Then Miss, you must tell me if you're hungry, okay? I'll bring you your favorite corn porridge."

Qingyin nodded lazily, her long, smooth black hair cascading casually over her slender back and shoulders as she awoke, messy yet beautiful.

Qingyin didn't make things too difficult for her personal maid. It was just that because of the illness and the effects of this body, she had become a bit lazy. This was the original owner's nature. Because of the illness, the sick girl herself was not a lively person. Perhaps she was lively at first, but she got used to a life that was more in line with her physical condition due to the illness, and eventually she slowly and unconsciously accepted her life.

When Qingyin was hungry, she coaxed Xiangling into bringing her a dessert, because due to years of medication, the original owner had an unusual fondness for sweets.

So she savored the red bean cake, which was only half the size of her little finger, with extra care. Quietly, Qingyin also secretly glared at Xiangling with a hint of resentment.

I don't know how this little girl could be so cruel, she even had to cut a piece of red bean cake in half for her. If it weren't for the fact that she hadn't tasted sweetness in her mouth for a long time, Qingyin felt that she could have swallowed the half piece of cake in one bite.

Seeing her mistress's childlike side, Xiangling secretly suppressed the smile on her face.

It wasn't that she didn't want her mistress to eat desserts, but the doctor said that it was best for her mistress to eat less sweet and greasy food while taking medicine, as it could affect the efficacy of the medicine and was not conducive to her recovery. Seeing that her mistress really wanted to eat it, Xiangling had to bother the doctor for a long time before she finally managed to get her a small piece of red bean cake that wouldn't have much of an effect.

Upon hearing that her elder sister had woken up, Bai Wangsheng rushed to Molan Pavilion. Now that Qingyin was awake, Xiangling didn't stop her much and let Bai Wangsheng in smoothly.

"Big sister! Are you awake? Are you feeling better? Is there anything still bothering you? I can go and call the doctor."

Before even entering the door, Bai Wangsheng's loud voice launched into a long speech.

Seeing the young boy rush in with red eyes, Qingyin smiled and carefully wiped the sweat from his face with a handkerchief: "Why are you running so fast? I won't get lost."

Bai Wangsheng looked at the pretty girl whose face was pale but had regained some color. Her own face flushed slightly. "Big sister is such a good, good person. Heaven is such a bad guy for giving big sister such poor health."

Thinking of this, Bai Wangsheng's eyes reddened again.

However, in front of his sick older sister, Bai Wangsheng forced himself to hold back his tears and prepared to be a fearless man to comfort her.

"Big sister, get well soon, I'll take you kite flying next time."

"Big sister, you don't know, the wind has been so strong in the capital for a few days. There's a perfect spot in the backyard for flying kites. I'll give you my favorite kite so you can have a great time."

The young boy patiently spoke, seemingly afraid that his older sister would think of her worries, and did not mention her illness at all. Instead, he talked about happy things to cheer Qingyin up.

Like a little sun.

Qingyin felt somewhat helpless, wondering how Bai's parents had raised such a naive and innocent son, like a little sun.

Qingyin thought absentmindedly, "Could this be the legendary bamboo forest where good bamboo shoots come from?"

Qingyin was much happier after the young boy's thoughtful flattery, and Xiangling also felt less disgusted with this young master from the Marquis of Weining's mansion.

Their attitude towards him improved somewhat.

As she listened, Qingyin unconsciously closed her eyes.

Bai Wangsheng was still racking his brains to think about the interesting things that had happened to him when Xiangling patted him on the shoulder.

"Shh, young master, young lady is asleep." Xiangling quietly pointed to the person leaning against the bed.

Bai Wangsheng looked up and realized that her frail and beautiful older sister on the bed had peacefully closed her eyes.

He consciously fell silent, carefully gestured to Xiangling to leave, and quietly went away.

Xiangling adjusted her mistress's sleeping position, removed the soft pillow, tucked her in, extinguished the candle, and quietly retreated to the other side.

Qingyin slept very comfortably that night. Perhaps it was due to the effects of the health-strengthening pill, but Qingyin did not feel any pain and had no dreams all night.

As dawn broke early, Qingyin heard a slight noise coming from inside the door. It seemed that someone had come, but Xiangling stopped and refused them. There was some noise and commotion. Qingyin frowned slightly. The person outside seemed to have noticed that the person inside was uncomfortable, and soon the noise subsided.

Qingyin's furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and she fell into a deep sleep again.

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