Hua Yuanzhao looked gloomy. When his original incarnation was in glory, all his food, clothing and daily necessities were of the highest quality.

It is an exaggeration to say that the Linyuan Garden is filled with gold and jade. Even the dressing table is exquisite and cannot be obtained just by having money.

Someone has been jealous for a long time.

“Miss…” Fuling saw that she didn’t say anything, and sobbed helplessly: “It’s all because of my uselessness. I can’t even protect Miss’s things.”

"Forget it, let's find a place to stay first." Hua Yuanzhao shook his head.

"As for the things that were stolen, Hua Yuanshan and Su will return them personally sooner or later." She gritted her teeth lightly, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

The room was in a mess, with most of the tables, chairs and benches missing. Only the two coarse quilts on the bed were left untouched.

Hua Yuanzhao sat down beside the bed and frowned after taking his own pulse.

The fever on her body has not subsided yet, and there are blood clots in her heart and lungs. If this continues, even if she recovers, she will still have a chronic disease.

"Do you have any paper and pen?" Hua Yuanzhao asked.

Fuling shook her head and nodded, turned around and took a stack of neatly cut square papers and a charcoal pencil as thick as a thumb from the corner.

Hua Yuanzhao took the paper, carefully wrote out two prescriptions and handed them to her.

"The top one is for the external wound on your face, and the bottom one is for the internal wound. Take three of each and ask the pharmacist to make ointments and pills."

"If you don't have enough money, just pawn this." Hua Yuanzhao took off the hairpin on his head and stuffed it into her hand.

Fuling's eyes turned red, and she pushed the hairpin back: "Don't worry, Miss, there is enough silver! I hid it quickly and left some."

Hua Yuanzhao smiled slightly. She looked at Fuling's hurried back and the scene in front of her gradually became blurred.

Before falling asleep, Hua Yuanzhao was still thinking: Will this little crybaby be bullied when he gets the medicine?

A dark shadow swayed in the shadow of the beam, and Rong Xiu did not quietly fall down until Hua Yuanzhao fell into a deep sleep.

He glanced at the broken furniture and the empty room, and couldn't help curling his lips. He reached into his sleeve and took out a small medicine bottle.

Putting the medicine bottle next to Hua Yuanzhao's hand, Rong Xiu turned around and was about to leave, but his fingertips accidentally touched her burning hand.

Rong Xiu frowned, then suddenly raised his hand and placed it on her forehead, only to feel that the skin of the person under his palm was as hot as a stove.

He didn't dare to delay any longer, and immediately poured out a pill, pinched Hua Yuanzhao's chin and fed it to her.

The fever quickly subsided, and Rong Xiu looked at the pale face of the person on the bed and sighed softly.

…

When Hua Yuanzhao woke up, he was already sweating all over. His high fever had mostly subsided, and he felt a lot more relaxed.

"Miss." Fuling paused in covering her with the quilt and said cautiously, "You're awake!"

She helped Hua Yuanzhao up, took out two bottles of medicine from her sleeve and handed them to him.

"The medicine you requested," she said, picking up another bottle that looked noticeably more refined and handed it over.

"Miss, when I came back I found this next to you. What is this..." Fuling asked in confusion.

Hua Yuanzhao opened the medicine bottle and sniffed it. The fragrance of medicine in the bottle was strong, and it contained the best healing medicine.

"Nothing." Hua Yuanzhao casually put the bottle of medicine into his sleeve, with complicated thoughts in his mind.

The only person who could deliver medicine to her at this time might be Rong Xiu, who dared to rescue her from the execution ground.

But the original body did not love her, and the "Hua Yuanzhao" that Rong Xiu loved was no longer there.

The brilliant eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion is no longer in this world, and the only one left alive is a lonely soul from the 21st century.

I still have to find a chance to explain everything clearly, Hua Yuanzhao thought, otherwise wouldn’t it be a deception?

"Apply the medicine first." Hua Yuanzhao picked up the medicine bottle and took the pills for treating internal injuries first, and then picked up a little ointment and applied it on Fuling's face.

"I can do it myself, young lady, you are still injured!" Fuling hurriedly stopped her.

Fuling took the ointment, but first pulled open Hua Yuanzhao's sleeve and applied the ointment to her gently.

She looked at Hua Yuanzhao several times, seeming to want to say something but stopping herself.

Hua Yuanzhao looked at her with amusement: "What do you want to say?"

"Miss..." Fuling spoke cautiously: "I heard that... you broke off the engagement with the Third Prince?"

She smiled with difficulty and said, "It must be someone else's gossip. This imperial decree was issued by the late emperor himself!"

"Yes." Hua Yuanzhao said lightly.

"That's what I told you!" Fuling breathed a sigh of relief.

"The engagement has indeed been cancelled." Hua Yuanzhao added.

"What!" Fuling jumped up in shock, and before she could even open her mouth, she was about to cry again.

"But if this marriage is cancelled, what should you do in the future, Miss?" Fuling bit her lips anxiously.

"In the future?" Hua Yuanzhao pulled her to sit down and forced her to apply medicine.

"Find a peaceful place and open a small clinic?"

Hua Yuanzhao said nonchalantly that it was already difficult for her to survive now, so how could she have the time to think about so many trivial things?

Just counter each move.

"My eldest sister is really...heretical!" Hua Yuanshan's sharp voice came.

The master and servant looked in the direction of the sound and saw a large group of people standing at the door.

The two leading the group, Aunt Su and Hua Yuanshan, had gloomy expressions on their faces, as if they would pounce and bite people at any time.