Ning Wanwan helped Sihan sit in the main seat and gestured to Xu Manyao, “No need for formalities.”
Xu Manyao straightened up, her head still lowered and her demeanor awkward.
“Why are you keeping your head down? Raise it,” Ning Wanwan instructed.
Xu Manyao complied, allowing Ning Wanwan to see her delicate features and round face, with remnants of childish innocence.
At this moment, Sihan’s pitch-black phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, causing Xu Manyao to quickly lower her head.
Ning Wanwan furrowed her brow, a trace of doubt flashing in her water-like eyes. She casually asked, “I heard you’re half a year younger than me?”
“…Yes.”
“Then call me sister from now on.”
“Yes.”
“How are you settling in the Qingwu courtyard?”
“Thank you for your concern, I’m… very good.”
“That’s good. If you need anything, send someone to find Fuyi.”
“Yes.”
Huanpei, holding two cups of tea behind Xu Manyao, softly reminded, “Concubine, it’s time to serve tea.”
Xu Manyao jumped, feeling small.
Ning Wanwan was surprised, not expecting the spy in the Prince’s residence to be so timid.
Si Zhan shook his head, unconcerned: “I’m fine, don’t worry too much.”
“You’re coughing up blood and still say you’re fine. No way.” She turned and shouted to Fu Yi: “Fu Yi, go tell Yuan Bi to summon Uncle Zhou.”
As Fu Yi was about to leave, Si Zhan called out: “Stop.”
Fu Yi paused, looking back in confusion.
Si Zhan then looked at Ning Wanwan: “No need to trouble Uncle Zhou, I’m really fine.”
Ning Wanwan was adamant: “Whether you’re fine or not isn’t up to you, but what Uncle Zhou says.”
“Uncle Zhou carried his medicine box and rushed to Zhuo Hua Yuan. Upon entering, he saw Si Zhan pale-faced and half-lying on the bed.
“What happened?” Ning Wan Wan asked anxiously, “Uncle Zhou, His Highness suddenly started coughing up blood.”
Uncle Zhou’s expression changed dramatically. “How is he coughing up blood again? Didn’t the cold syndrome get controlled by the Fire Lingzhi?”
He quickly sat on a stool by the bed and began taking Si Zhan’s pulse. His expression shifted from panic to bewilderment, then understanding.
Ning Wan Wan stood nervously behind him, watching in silence: “Uncle Zhou, is His Highness alright?”
