She thought to herself, feeling dizzy and disoriented, that she had been careless after all. Being too confident was arrogance. Nan Yi had taught her a painful and unforgettable lesson. Was she going to die? She hadn't even seen her junior brother yet.

Nan Yi was afraid of death. If she died, how heartbroken her adoptive parents would be. They raised her for so long, worried themselves sick over her, and never got to enjoy any happiness in the process. They would be burying their child and end up in a miserable old age.

She is truly unfilial.

The lights flickered on and off, the ambulance wailed, and Nan heard his own breathing grow heavier and heavier.

"...Quickly...prepare for surgery, the scalpel needs to be removed..."

The sound seemed to come from a distant time and space, heavy and slow. The knife was pulled out, pulled out, pulled out... So painful, so sleepy, she wanted to sleep so badly, and she slowly closed her eyes.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, a cool breeze blew gently in the early summer evening, and tender lotus leaves, just emerging from the water, stretched freely in the small lake.

Artificial hills stand along the lake. In one corner beside one of the hills, a woman in white leans against the wall. Her eyes are closed on her delicate oval face, and a hint of sorrow is between her brows. Her pale face is pitiful. Suddenly, her eyelashes flutter slightly, as if she is about to wake up.

"Dial it out, dial it out, don't dial it out, you'll die!" She suddenly sat up abruptly, panting.

Nan Yi gasped for breath. It hurt so much, it was terrifying. She raised her hand and pressed it to her chest. It hurt so much. Once she recovered, she would quit her job and go home. This job paid well, but it was too dangerous. She didn't want to earn money but not live to enjoy it.

—Going home, yes, she wants to go home.

Nan Yi propped himself up and looked around blankly. Why wasn't he in the hospital? Where was he?

Is this a dream? Even wounds can't be healed.

It was so unfamiliar. The small lake, winding paths, hills, and corridors were all antique and elegant, creating a tranquil and refined courtyard.

"Have you finished watching?"

"No," she answered unconsciously, then suddenly realized a beat too late that someone was behind her.

As it was getting dark, she turned around and suddenly saw the man standing in front of her. He was tall and elegant, wearing a long crimson and purple robe. What surprised her most was the man's strange hairstyle.

Nan Yi rubbed his forehead; this Chu was so real.

She fainted again. This day has been anything but peaceful. She was stabbed and then frightened by a man. It's like fate is playing tricks on her.

Seeing her faint, the man quickly stepped forward, picked her up, and carried her to the bedroom, while instructing the eunuch, "Summon the imperial physician."

The young eunuch rushed out to fetch the imperial physician.

In the bedroom, the man placed Nan Yi on the bed and let her lean against him. He stroked her pointed chin with his thumb. The person in his arms was pale, her small face was unadorned with makeup, and even in her sleep, her eyebrows were furrowed. Her once luscious red lips had lost their moisture.

According to her servants, since moving to the other courtyard, she has been in a daze every day, often sitting alone by the small lake and weeping, and sometimes wandering around the garden in the middle of the night.

Yinzhen felt a little guilty and pity, but he couldn't offend his wife. Tong had indeed gone too far, taking advantage of his favor to provoke Li, who was pregnant. Fortunately, nothing bad happened. For him, no matter how happy or joyful a woman was, nothing was more important than offspring. He had three children in his household, but his father still thought it was too few and often reprimanded him. He was getting a little anxious.

The Fujin (principal wife) punished her a little too severely this time, sending her to the villa to recuperate. She had heard that her condition was not good, and she made this trip out of respect for the Tong family. This person was none other than Aisin Gioro Yinzhen, the fourth son of Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty.

Yinzhen took her delicate hand in his hand and lightly touched it to his lips. He glanced at Xiao Shunzi, who was standing outside the door, and said, "The imperial physician hasn't arrived yet. Go and urge him again."

Seeing his master's anger, Xiao Shunzi hurriedly went to urge him on. Before he had gone more than a few steps, a maidservant reported, "Master, the imperial physician has been summoned."

"Hurry up and invite him in," Yinzhen said impatiently.

Xiao Shunzi trembled upon hearing this, "Yes, sir!"

A man in his thirties was led in by a maid. He lifted his robe and knelt on the ground to pay his respects: "This servant greets Fourth Master."

Yinzhen looked at the person who had arrived, slightly relaxed his brows, and said, "Rise!"

"Thank you, Fourth Master."

The imperial physician dared not look too closely, lowered his gaze, and waited until he sat down. He then took out a plain handkerchief from his sleeve, covered the snow-white wrist outside the bed curtains with the handkerchief, and began to take the pulse with his fingers. After a moment, the imperial physician put away the handkerchief, stepped aside, and reported back.

"In reply to Fourth Master, Consort is overly worried and depressed. She has also caught a cold and her diet has been improper, which has made her weak. I will prescribe some medicine to relieve her cold and help her recover. Please take it well. I will also advise you to think less and worry less, and you will be fine."

Hearing this, Yinzhen's eyes darkened as he thought of her, "When will she wake up?"

Yinzhen stared at the imperial physician with a gloomy face and tightly pursed thin lips.

The imperial physician suddenly felt immense pressure, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. He said, "After this servant applies acupuncture to the concubine's acupoints, she will wake up in a moment."

Yinzhen's expression softened slightly upon hearing this.

After the imperial physician finished the moxibustion, he heard his master inside the tent softly moan. He wiped away a bead of cold sweat and retreated to a corner.

Yinzhen lifted a corner of the curtain, and Tongshi, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, trembled slightly, as if she was about to wake up. Yinzhen sat on the head of the bed, looked at Tongshi, and glanced at the imperial physician standing to the side. The imperial physician immediately obediently left the room.

Nan Yi was still in a daze, her thoughts still stuck on what she had just seen. It seemed to be, yes, a man dressed in ancient attire, but he seemed quite handsome.

Anyone who sees a man dressed in Qing Dynasty clothing suddenly appear before someone who has just survived a life-or-death experience would be scared to death again. Her junior brother would often drag her to watch Hong Kong ghost movies on dark nights. She was especially curious and afraid of zombie movies, but she also enjoyed them very much.

Nan carefully opened her eyes, looked around, and saw a bed curtain. She turned around again, then exclaimed, "Oh my god..."

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