Sang Ruoying tracks, grabbed me (who was a head shorter than him), and asked seriously, "Are you serious?"
"It's fake." I suddenly looked at him and smiled slightly, because it was quite fun to tease a rigid person.
Sang Ruoying: "..." Why does this young master always have a faint sense of humor? He is so sickly, yet he has such an optimistic attitude. He doesn't understand.
Shouldn't it be gloomy?
This was so different from the sickly people he had ever met that sometimes he didn't even think this young master was sickly.
But then again, this young master seems even more handsome when he smiles...
"May I ask how old you are, Lord Sang?"
Twenty-six.
"He became the Ministry of Revenue at the young age of twenty-six. How much effort must he have put in to accumulate merits to reach this position? In the end, it all comes down to Lord Sang's ability."
Sang Ruoying the top scholar in the imperial examination at the age of 17, but it took him a long time and a lot of effort. In addition, his family was very powerful and provided a lot of help, which enabled him to reach this position.
The infighting between factions in the imperial court was also very serious; Sang Ruoying must have been quite a character to have risen to such a position.
I lowered my eyes and thought for a moment, then suddenly realized that this person was too different from the people I had met before, and not easy to control, after all, this person was also a figure in the imperial court.
Playing this kind of pretend game isn't really suitable for him.
Upon hearing my praise, Sang Ruoying's lips curled up slightly, but a hint of wariness flashed in his eyes. "Young Master, you flatter me. I was merely fulfilling my duty."
I smiled slightly, neither confirming nor denying, and continued, " Lord Sang, there's no need for modesty. Although I've lived in seclusion for a long time, I have heard of your talent."
Sang Ruoying looked at me, a complex expression flashing in her eyes. "Young Master, you flatter me. I was just lucky."
I gently shook my head, my tone indifferent. "Luck is also a part of strength. However, I am somewhat curious as to why Lord Sang agreed to take a walk with me?"
Sang Ruoying slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "Didn't the young master say it was just a walk? Why wouldn't I agree?"
I didn't say anything more. Perhaps it was because the medication I'd been taking recently was wearing off, but before I'd even walked a hundred steps, I started to sway unsteadily.
Dongzhu tried to go forward and help me.
But then Sang Ruoying into her arms, my cane fell off, and I don't know when I fell asleep. I only vaguely remember smelling a pleasant fragrance on the person holding me before I fell asleep. It was light and refreshing, and smelled better than medicine.
Sang Ruoying held me, her brows furrowed slightly, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
He looked down at the unconscious person in his arms, and a strange, indescribable emotion welled up in his heart. He had thought that this young master of the Marquis's mansion was just arrogant and willful because of his family background, but he did not expect him to be so weak, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.
Seeing this, Dongzhu hurriedly stepped forward to take her young master, but was stopped by a look from Sang Ruoying. He whispered, "He's just asleep, I'll take him home."
We hadn't even left the young master's own courtyard yet, and he had already fallen asleep.
He had inquired beforehand and learned that this young master could clearly walk a whole street.
Could it be because he was severely weakened during his time at the palace some time ago?
Sang Ruoying me in his arms, his steps steady and gentle, as if afraid of disturbing me. His brows were slightly furrowed, and Dongzhu was nervously following beside him, but dared not say a word.
Back in the bedroom.
Sang Ruoying carefully placed me on the bed, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a fragile piece of porcelain. He stood by the bed, gazing at my pale face, a strange sense of unease rising within him.
"Your young master... he often does this?" Sang Ruoying finally spoke, her voice low.
Dongzhu nodded, her tone tinged with helplessness. "Young Master has been frail since childhood, especially recently... after the fright he suffered in the palace, his health has deteriorated further."
Seeing that the adults were worried, and remembering that this man was the one the young master had taken a liking to, Dongzhu naturally wanted to help the young master, so she tried to make the situation as tragic as possible.
Sang Ruoying silent for a moment, then asked, "What did the imperial physician say?"
"The imperial physician said that the young master needs to rest and cannot be subjected to any more stimulation." Dongzhu paused, then continued, "However, the Marquis... always wants the young master to get married as soon as possible, saying that his health might improve after marriage."
Upon hearing this, Sang Ruoying frowned even more deeply. He had thought that the Marquis's move was simply to consolidate the Marquis's position through a marriage alliance, but he never expected it to be for the young master's sake, hoping to bring him good fortune.
Is this guy really going to die soon?!
Wouldn't that be like reopening someone's wounds and then striking them hard again?!
" Lord Sang, you..." Dongzhu hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.
Sang Ruoying looked up at Dongzhu, her gaze filled with inquiry. "How am I?"
Dongzhu bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Young Master... seems to treat you differently. He used to be quiet and rarely spoke... Today is the happiest day he's ever had."
Upon hearing this, Sang Ruoying's heart stirred slightly, and she slowly shifted her gaze to my face as I lay on the bed.
"I understand, you can leave now."
Dongzhu replied, "Yes." Since the young master had guards keeping a close watch on him, there was no need to worry too much, so he slowly withdrew.
At this moment, Sang Ruoying's cold gaze gradually softened.
He just didn't believe in love at first sight; lust at first sight, however, might be real.
Is this young master really so shallow? He only likes his face without even knowing who he is?
He recalled that at the banquet that day, the young master had indeed taken a liking to his face...
Sang Ruoying stood by the bed, gazing at me as I slept, his thoughts a jumble of complex emotions. He considered himself to have seen all sorts of people, but he had never encountered such a contradictory being—clearly a son of a commoner in the Marquis's household, yet without a trace of arrogance; clearly frail and sickly, yet possessing an extraordinary composure and humor.
"Could I have really seen wrong?" he muttered to himself.
Just then, I stirred slightly on the bed, my brows furrowed, as if I were troubled by something in my dream. Sang Ruoying immediately turned around, quickly walked to the bedside, and leaned over to check on me.
"What's wrong?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern that he himself didn't even realize.
I didn't wake up, but just mumbled a few words unconsciously. Sang Ruoying closer and heard me say, "Six hundred..."
What does six hundred mean? Although he didn't understand what I was trying to say, he remembered the number.
I don't know how much time passed before I woke up in bed. Dongzhu said I had slept for eight hours.
I find it unbelievable; eight shichen equals sixteen hours. In my past life, I only slept five or six hours a day, sometimes four hours, or even stayed up all night, otherwise I wouldn't have died suddenly...
Wow, I'm sleeping more and more these days. At this rate, I'll have even less time to play.
"Young Master, before Lord Sang left yesterday, he asked me to tell you that he would be able to come and see you in a few days."
"Oh."
Dongzhu was puzzled. It was clearly the young master who liked Lord Sang, so why did she always feel that the two were reversed?
"By the way, it was Lord Sang who carried you back that day."
I remember that Lord Sang smelled quite nice. In ancient times, there was no such thing as perfume, but there was incense.
What spices did that person use?
"Wait, what did you say? He carried me back?"
Sang Ruoying didn't take the opportunity to kick me while I was down? That's impossible! Could the rumors be false?