Chapter 56 I Leave the Mansion

  Xia Yang lay on the bed, occasionally looking towards the door, although his dizziness had alleviated a lot, he still couldn't get up. Not to mention getting out of bed, even slightly lifting his head would make him feel dizzy and want to vomit. Since childhood, when he followed his father into the military camp for training, he hadn't suffered from this symptom in over a decade. He didn't expect that illness would come like a mountain collapse, defeating him so thoroughly. He knew his illness was heart disease, but this heart disease had no cure, and he could only endure it bitterly.

  It was just a few days ago that I saw Tian'er, and I haven't seen her again in these days. Instead, Fenglai has been attending to him, serving him from dawn till dusk. I couldn't help but ask him several times, but all I got was: "Miss asked me to serve the young master."

  Jing Fan followed his gaze and the resentment in her chest was stirred up again. "What, want to see Fourth Sister? She comes every day, but I don't let her in. Do you know why?" She stood tall and looked at him with a cold tone, her eyes slanting down at him.

  Their eyes met for a moment, and Xia Yang slightly furrowed his brow, turning his head as if she was air.

  Her teeth clenched, her anger burning, his disregard and disgust almost drove her mad. "Even if the husband doesn't care about face, even if it means destroying the entire Hu Guo Jiang Jun Fu, can't you see that you're ruining your good sister? The third prince won't be as tolerant as a wife, and the crime of disgracing the emperor's son will be punished by being torn apart. If the husband really can't bear to be separated, then I'll go invite the fourth sister."

  The blue veins on his forehead appeared and disappeared, and the rough breathing between his flapping nostrils was clearly audible. Seeing Xia Yang in this state, Jing Fan's anger gradually subsided, but he couldn't help feeling a pang of heartache.

  "Master, it's time for your medicine." Feng Liu stood timidly at the door, sneaking a glance at Jing Yan's expression.

  His eyes gleamed with a fierce light, and the fire that Jing Yan had just suppressed surged up again as soon as he saw her. "Go, invite your family's Fourth Miss over, tell her that her big brother misses her terribly."

  Feng Lian stood there dazed and motionless, unclear about what was happening.

  "Hurry up and go!"

  "Ah? Yes."

  "Don't go!" Xiaoyang, who was lying on the bed, suddenly let out a loud roar and sat up with a start. The room spun around him and he almost fainted as his body jerked backward.

  "Big Brother!"

  "Husband!"

  The two of them rushed to the bedside, Feng Lü being farther away, with a bowl of medicine in his hand. In his haste, he accidentally spilled the entire bowl of medicine all over Jing Fei's body.

  "Slave... slave deserves death!" Her legs went limp and Feng Liu's face as white as snow fell to the ground.

  Jing Fan had one hand supporting Xia Yang's head from behind and the other stroking his chest to help him catch his breath, not caring about himself at all.

  "No... don't go!" Xiaoyang tightly closed her eyes, panting irregularly as she grasped her sleeve, with dense beads of sweat on her forehead and a pale face tinged with green.

  "Alright, alright. Don't worry, I won't let Feng Lü go. If she doesn't go, then that's it."

  A folding fan, a crepe kerchief, two fluttering hair ribbons hanging casually behind her head; a long gown, a brocade sash, and an apricot-yellow exquisite silk purse hanging from her waist. Her skin was radiant white, her eyebrows and eyes were like paintings, her red lips had a hint of a faint smile, and when she turned to look at him, she exuded a refined and elegant demeanor.

  In the summer, he fanned himself with a folding fan in his hand and strolled down the street with an exaggerated gait. He looked down at his long gown, which was still quite fitting, and thought of that little girl who had been tricked by him into being locked up in her room. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Rubbing his nose, he thought it was unfortunate, although a bit unfair to her, if he hadn't tied her up at home, he would probably have been caught and brought back the moment he stepped out of the general's mansion.

  Alas, she was also quite uneasy in her heart. After all, it was herself who suddenly spoke up and scared the little girl half to death, then made her exert herself to alter Third Brother's robe, and later even deceived her into stuffing her mouth and tying her to a chair. Alright, what she did was indeed somewhat unscrupulous; when she went back, she would bring some small gifts for her, hoping to make up for it a bit.

  She couldn't help but feel delighted and glanced down at her outfit, dispelling the previous gloom. Must-do thing number one for cross-dressing: dress up as a man. Although she was a bit shorter than usual, she had to maintain a certain style. Shaking the fan in her hand, she pondered whether or not to proceed with must-do thing number two: going to **.

  She was lost in thought when someone suddenly patted her on the shoulder.

  "Hey, Xia Shuang!"

  Summer surprise, subconsciously turned back. The person in front of him was similar in age to himself, with a pair of smiling eyes shining brightly. Seeing her, he also obviously stunned, sizing her up from head to toe, although full of doubts but still politely bowed his hands: "Sorry, I mistook you for someone else."

  He recognized Xia Feng! Xia Tian took a step back, slightly on guard, and casually cupped his hands together, roughening his voice as he said, "Alright, alright. Nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong." After speaking, he turned around to leave.

  "Wait." The man spoke up to stop him.

  Furrowing his brow, Xia Tian feared arousing suspicion, gritted his teeth to steady himself, and after a moment's deliberation, he turned back with a smile and asked: "Is there anything else, sir?"