“Cough cough cough…”

The weather in early spring was still a little chilly. When I opened the door, a simple, dull-colored house came into view.

Hearing the heart-wrenching cough coming from the bed, Meng'er, who was holding the bowl, suddenly felt nervous.

He walked quickly and passed by a table in the middle of the room with half of its leg missing and a stone under it.

Putting the bowl in her hand on the table in a hurry, Meng'er quickly reached out and closed the half-open window not far from the bed.

"Oh my dear, even though it's spring, it's still early spring. You're weak now because of a cold. Can you handle the cold wind outside?"

Meng'er considers herself not a talkative person, and the best way to survive in the palace is to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Being dumb and deaf, and not looking at what you shouldn't look at is the way for a slave to save his life.

Meng'er thought she had been doing well until she met Yu'er, and the skills she had cultivated over the years were destroyed overnight.

"Oh, no, cough cough cough, I'm not as fragile as you say."

The soft voice was like the sound of a ringing pendant, melodious and graceful, as beautiful as the sound of heaven entering the ears, and there was also a hint of weakness and illness in it, which made the listeners feel more pity and cherishment.

He turned around again and saw Meng'er bringing the soup in a low voice, and saw the green and white jade fingertips sticking out from the bed, gently lifting the bed curtain with the pink fingertips.

Meng'er placed the bowl on the small table beside the bed, and her anger suddenly disappeared. She took the bed curtain and hooked it on the headboard on both sides.

The curtains covering the bed opened twice, and it was as if the daylight suddenly appeared and the gloom faded away in an instant.

I saw the woman standing up and half sitting with rough bedding piled on her waist. The clean quilt cover was a little rough and scratchy because it had been used for too long.

Meng'er, who picked up the bowl, didn't notice such a miserable scene.

There is a kind of person who, as soon as she appears, everything around her, whether the environment is magnificent or shabby, will disappear into nothingness, leaving only the woman on the bed.