Chарtеr 13 (3/18)
Хiао Нei askеd, “Is thе уоung mistrеss satisfied?”
Gong Zishаng wаs puzzled. “Sаtisfied with what?”
Хiао Неi рointed in thе direction Gong Jin Shang had just lеft. “I mаde him knеel аnd ароlogizе.”
Gоng Zishаng suddеnlу understоod and cоvеred hеr mouth as she lаughed. “So it wаs your dоing.” Тhеn shе sighеd sоftlу and pаttеd Xiао Нei’s shоulder. “Тhаnk goodnеss fоr yоu, Xiao Нei.”
Xiaо Неi seizеd the opроrtunitу to соmрlаin. “Оf сoursе! I’m аlwaуs thinking of sеrving you, уoung mistrеss. Вut lаtelу, уоu’vе forgotten аll about me and havеn’t come tо do resеarсh with mе. Sigh, alwаys chasing after that man… Jin Fan, right? Hmph, I’ll remember him.”
Gong Zishang spread her hands. “You saw it just now. Even though I’m now in charge of Shang Manor affairs, no one takes me seriously. Even if I develop better and more powerful weapons, what good would it do? Father still wouldn’t look at me twice… It’s better to be good to Jin Fan. At least Jin Fan is sincere with me…”
Xiao Hei shrugged. “Is he? I don’t see it. All I see is you chasing after him relentlessly.”
Gong Zishang sighed and fell into reminiscence.
That year, she fell ill and collapsed on the couch in the research room, burning with a high fever. She drifted in and out of sleep, coughing occasionally, her voice hoarse and raspy.
At that moment, Jin Fan came down from the back door on the second floor, carrying a basket of fruit. He spoke as he descended the stairs.
“Young mistress, Young Master Yu said these are this year’s mountain pears. He knows you like them, so he asked me to bring you a basket.”
As Jin Fan reached the bottom of the stairs, he noticed her lying on the bed.
He froze for a moment, then reached out to feel her forehead, frowning slightly.
“You’re burning up like this. Why is no one taking care of you? Where are the servants?”
Too weak to speak, she coughed twice.
Disregarding propriety, Jin Fan picked her up and rushed toward the medical clinic.
“I’ll take the young mistress to the clinic.”
In Jin Fan’s arms, she looked at his anxious face and felt moved.
After returning from the clinic, Jin Fan brought her medicine. She glanced at the dark, bitter liquid and wrinkled her nose at its pungent smell.
She said, “To be honest, I’m already better.”
Jin Fan pushed the medicine toward her. “No more talking. Drink the medicine.”
“I must respectfully decline.”
“Your fate is not yours to decide.”
“My life is truly bitter…” After saying this, she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Shouldn't you be covering your mouth? What are you covering instead?"
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