As she entered the courtyard, Shen Qiyin noticed that there weren't many servants, and they all seemed cautious and careful.

Even when they greeted Marquis Wu'an and his wife, they merely gave a curtsy, and no one uttered a word.

It's too quiet.

The whole courtyard is so quiet.

Apart from the intermittent, unpleasant piano music, like a dying person choking on phlegm, there was no other sound.

As the group approached the door, the servants who had been following them all stopped in their tracks. Only Marquis Wu'an and his wife led Shen Qiyin into the house.

The room was dimly lit.

As the light from the open door shone through, she saw two puddles of water on the floor, not completely dry, as if something had just been spilled.

Once inside the room, she discovered that the windows had been nailed shut from the inside, and the slivers of sunlight seeping through the wooden planks were like a rare gift from heaven.

On the wall opposite the window, various ancient zithers are hung, each one priceless.

It wasn't until they reached the next room that Shen Qiyin finally saw the person playing the zither.

It was a very frail young man, sitting on the ground with disheveled hair, a guqin on his lap, his face so pale it was almost transparent, and there seemed to be an inescapable fierceness between his brows.

He was humming an unknown tune, which was completely different from the "magical sound" he was playing.

Hearing the noise, he suddenly looked up, his eyes were dark and hollow, and he looked somewhat frightening.

Shen Qiyin suddenly froze.

That face... bore a striking resemblance to Qianxing, about seven or eight points!

Marquis Wu'an knelt down in front of him. This man, usually so rugged and bold, now spoke in a low, gentle voice, trying to reason with him: "Son, your father has invited a renowned physician. How about she takes a look at you?"

"Once it's cured, the headache will be gone."

"Come, give the zither to your father, let the divine physician take your pulse first."

While he was comforting Wei Heng, the Marquis's wife also told him all about Wei Heng's situation.

“This child has been in poor health since birth. He has been taking medicine since he could eat solid food. We have consulted many famous doctors to revise and prescribe medicine, but it has only kept him on his feet and has not improved.”

"Until a few years ago, a new head of the Imperial Medical Academy took office, and it was under his treatment that Heng'er finally recovered."

The Marquis's wife wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her voice already choked with emotion: "It's a pity that his good health didn't last long. He had only just recovered when he fell ill again."

Shen Qiyin: "Is the head of the academy also helpless?"

“No.” The Marquis’s wife shook her head: “The old head of the academy has retired to his hometown. We have sent people to look for him, but we have never found any trace of him.”

Later, one of the imperial physicians volunteered to serve.

"He said that when the old head of the hospital was still alive, he would follow him around whenever he had free time in order to learn his medical skills and help him prepare and decoct medicines. Therefore, he knew the prescriptions that the old head of the hospital used to treat Heng'er."

"He said he was confident he could cure Heng'er."

Chen Xiyin frowned slightly.

Having confidence and having ability are two different things.

Judging from the current state of Young Master Wei, it seems that the imperial physician was probably exaggerating.

Sure enough, the Marquis's wife immediately followed up with, "But who knew that not only would he fail to cure Heng'er's illness, he would also harm him to this state!"

“When the illness strikes, he becomes completely erratic and doesn’t even recognize me or his father.”

"We were afraid he might hurt someone while he was in a daze, so we had no choice but to lock him up."

"To be honest, Doctor, while we were waiting for you, Heng'er suddenly fell ill. The Marquis and I had to rush over to see him, which is why you have been waiting for so long."

Shen Qiyin's gaze fell on Wei Heng again: "May I ask, Madam, what does the young master look like when he is in good health?"

"Ah, just as you see, young lady." This is a good time.

He spends his days with his zither, never speaking or interacting with anyone.

Seeing that Marquis Wu'an had tried to coax Wei Heng for a long time but to no avail, Shen Qiyin said, "It's alright."

She walked up to Wei Heng, slowly squatted down, and tentatively reached her hand towards his wrist.

But the moment her fingertips touched his skin, he grabbed her hand and gave her a quick bite!

"Hiss—" Shen Qiyin gasped in pain.

Marquis Wu'an was greatly surprised: "Hey! This child... are you hungry?"

Upon hearing this, the Marquis's wife went up and punched him: "What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and help the divine doctor!"

She herself was busy trying to pry Wei Heng's hand off Shen Qiyin.

“Son, you can’t eat this.” Marquis Wu’an thought to himself, “The girl is so fair and delicate, if my son takes a bite, he’ll lose two ounces of flesh. If you want to bite, bite your father.”

“Yes, bite your father.” The Marquis’s wife chimed in, “Your father has thick skin and is chewy.”

No matter what they said or did, Wei Heng wouldn't budge, and even gripped Shen Qiyin's hand tighter and tighter.

Realizing this, Shen Qi quickly said to Marquis Wu'an and his wife, "Please let go for now."

Marquis Wu'an: "Let go?! What if he bites you to death if you let go?"

Then he got punched by the Marquis's wife again.

They let go as instructed, but Wei Heng still held onto Shen Qiyin's hand tightly until the sound of the zither began. Only then did he suddenly release his grip and stare blankly down at the zither resting on his lap.

With a gentle touch of her delicate hand, melodious and clear sounds flowed out.

Marquis Wu'an and his wife assumed that Wei Heng had forgotten to continue biting people after hearing the sound of the zither, but Shen Qiyin knew that what made him stop was not the sound of the zither, but the melody that the zither had transformed into.

It was the very tune he had just hummed.

But after playing only a few notes, Chen Qiyin stopped.

Seeing this, Wei Heng pulled her hand and placed it on the strings.

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