Slowly, Uncle Zhou withdrew his hand and looked at Si Zhan. Si Zhan maintained a proper smile, silent as he met Uncle Zhou’s gaze.
“Nothing serious,” Uncle Zhou finally said. “Your Highness doesn’t need to worry. The young prince has always been physically weak; he just needs some rest.”
Ning Wan Wan sensed something odd in the exchange between Si Zhan and Uncle Zhou. After offering some advice, Uncle Zhou prepared to leave with his medicine box. Feeling the illness was more complex, she seized the opportunity to ask him while seeing him out.”
“Uncle Zhou, did His Highness frequently cough up blood before taking the Fire Lingzhi?”
“The young prince has had a cold syndrome since childhood, making him more cold-sensitive than ordinary people. The most serious issue is that his cold syndrome, which initially occurred once every three months, has increased to several times a month. Each attack causes cold qi to accumulate in the chest. If warm qi cannot disperse the cold, blood coagulates, blocking the meridians and leading to continuous coughing up blood.”
Uncle Zhou sighed: “Each time the cold syndrome attacked, the young prince was tortured by the bone-chilling cold. Fortunately, the Fire Lingzhi given by the princess controlled his internal cold syndrome. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.”
Si Zhan was stunned, probably not expecting Ning Wanwan’s question. His tense face relaxed, and his gaze at her was a mix of reproach, melancholy, and expectation. “Indeed, you don’t remember anything.”
Ning Wanwan was taken aback. “Did we really meet before?”
Si Zhan nodded. “Yes, we met and also… went through hardships together.” He stared at her intently after speaking.
Ning Wanwan frowned, trying hard to recall.
Si Zhan raised his eyebrows, a hint of grievance in his beautiful eyes. “I’m also curious why you don’t remember me at all.”
Ning Wanwan stammered, “Well, my grandmother said when I was ten, I had a high fever. Perhaps during that time, I burned my brain and forgot many things…”
Si Zhan smiled without speaking. This excuse might fool a child, but not him. He could understand her forgetfulness, as she was just a seven-year-old girl at the time.
Feeling uneasy under his gaze, Ning Wanwan urged, “Quickly tell me, how did we know each other before?”
