In the early morning, the streets of Kyoto were bustling with activity, with people coming and going and the sounds of vendors calling out their wares filling the air.
Three or four days had passed since she met Li Qiang. During these days, Feng Qingge stayed at home, doing nothing and appearing extremely bored.
Feng Cang was very pleased with this situation, thinking that the child had changed his ways and was no longer going out to cause trouble.
Unlike Feng Cang's satisfaction, Feng Qingge's period had started these past few days, and she was in excruciating pain, so she had no desire to go out.
At this moment, Feng Qingge was lying on the soft couch by the window, with a blanket covering her from the waist down. Her face was pale and her appearance was weak and powerless. She no longer looked alluring, but rather much more delicate.
Before long, heavy footsteps echoed from the stairs, clattering and thumping.
"Young master, please have some soup."
But then Qi Quan walked up steadily, carrying a bowl of red bean porridge, and carefully handed it to Feng Qingge.
As for the porridge, it was naturally her order. Qi Quan didn't know what was wrong with her, only thinking that she had caught a cold, so he took good care of her, fearing that she might develop a chronic illness.
She got up, nestled on the soft couch, and took the red bean porridge. The warmth in her palms dispelled the chill from her body.
Watching Feng Qingge finish her porridge, Qi Quan reached out and took the empty bowl, then couldn't help but add, "Young Master, I'll go and fetch a doctor." He thought Feng Qingge's cold was quite serious.
"It's alright, I'll be fine in a couple of days." She shook her head. Her pale face was just from excessive blood loss. Besides, today was the last day. Her period would end tomorrow, and she would naturally be fine.
Qi Quan couldn't persuade her otherwise, and besides, the young master had always been like this when he was sick; he would get better in a few days without needing a doctor. So he didn't bring up the matter of calling a doctor again.
That day, Feng Qingge went to bed early. She had been feeling unwell for several days and had no energy to do anything. She was also feeling irritable, so she thought it would be better to sleep.
The next day, just as Feng Qingge had said, she recovered and her complexion regained its rosy hue, putting Qi Quan's mind at ease.
Once Feng Qingge recovered from her illness, Qi Quan was overjoyed and would often go into the small kitchen to cook her some delicious food.
Speaking of his comprehensive culinary skills, that was one of the reasons why Feng Qingge chose him as her servant; the little guy's cooking skills were simply superb.
Meanwhile, the master and servant did not leave the house for several days in a row, staying obediently in the mansion, which was quite peaceful.
However, the painting studio here is extremely busy.
A few days ago, Feng Qingge sent some rouge and face powder. Someone heard the news, and once it spread, many people rushed to buy it.
It should be known that the items that Young Master Feng makes are always of the highest quality; the value of an item lies not in its quantity but in its exquisiteness.
Moreover, the number of items that passed through her hands each time was extremely small, and even though each item was worth a fortune, it was truly hard to buy even if you had the money. Hearing that the quantity this time was large, naturally many people came to buy.
After finally seeing off a group of ladies and young misses, Fengxue quickly handed over her work to the maids and servants and went upstairs to rest.
Without the presence of those wealthy ladies and young women, Feng Xue naturally lost her smile; after this whole ordeal, she was practically frozen from smiling.
Just as the snowstorm reached the top of the stairs, another person arrived at the door. The quick-witted servant at the door immediately went to greet him.
This painted pavilion is different from other places. Both men and women work in the pavilion, and they are all trusted confidants trained by Feng Xue, so their personalities naturally follow hers.
The person who entered Ningchang Pavilion was the madam of the largest brothel in Kyoto.
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