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"Mistress, what's wrong?" Princess Golden Bell said uneasily when she saw her expression.

"Who are you?" Yao Qingcheng slowly calmed her heart as her emotions surged.

"Her father is Prince Rui. Her mother is Princess Ning Xin. She is — Princess Golden Bell." Night Nine felt that Yao Qingcheng's expression was very strange, and she subconsciously revealed her identity as the Golden Bell Princess.

"Princess Ning Xin." Yao Qingcheng chewed on her food as doubts arose in her heart. Since she was living with Night Nine and the others, wouldn't that mean that Senior would already know about it?

Having thought of this, she was no longer in the mood to check on Xiaoyu's pulse. She went forward to pull out the random things on her body.

"You've also slept for so long. It's time for the event. Take me back." Her heart was in turmoil, she actually couldn't feel her pulse, and now, she could only ask her Senior Brother to feel her pulse.

Little Fishy waved her hand at Ninefire. Master must wait on her and her husband's illness will be cured soon.

"Master, didn't you give me some medicine to calm my mind? How did I become a sleeping beauty?" Little Fishy asked shamelessly, not feeling the least bit ashamed that she had not tasted it.

"In your eyes, you only have that poison jar of yours as your husband. With regards to everything else, do you still have the face to mention them to me?" Although Yao Qingcheng's heart was heavy, she did not go off topic. She even took the time to glare at Little Fishy.

Fishy revealed her standard eight teeth, "Master, you are wrongly accusing me. Actually, I believe in you so much."

"Smooth talker." Yao Qingcheng rolled her eyes.

Ever since Yao Meng Chen arrived, he didn't bring up the matter of leaving. In the backyard, there was a reclaimed herb field. He brought along his old servant and worked there every day.

"Senior apprentice-brother." The matter of Yao Qingcheng turning a blind eye to Yao Meng Chen was clear. She did not want him to leave, nor did she ask him to stay.

Yao Meng Chen was cultivating the medicinal plants when he glanced at Yao Qingcheng. He had been here for so long, but this was the first time she had come looking for him.

"What is it?" Looking at the frosty expression on Yao Qingcheng's face, Meng Chen stood up and brushed the dust off his hands.

"I've been feeling restless these past few days, and I've been unable to feel Xiaoyu's pulse. Have a look at her pregnancy?" Yao Qingcheng said with a straight face.

This was only natural. If he hadn't bumped into them the other day, he wouldn't be unsteady like a fetus. Yao Meng Chen stretched out his hand to receive the cotton cloth that the old servant had twisted in the water, carefully wiping his hands.

The old servant took the pillow and placed it under the little fish's wrist.

"It's good to have some rest." In fact, to a large extent, ever since Little Fishy had transmigrated over, she had been a servant girl. Every day, she would support Night Nine to bathe, change clothes, and go to the toilet. His flesh and bones were like firewood, and he weighed more than a hundred jin.

This was the same as why the farmer's wife was raised so well. If Little Fishy was as tender as before and didn't do anything, could she even conceive a child?

"Senior Brother, I remember what's the name of that concubine you married, Ning Xi?" Yao Qingcheng gritted her teeth.

Yao Meng Chen lifted his head abruptly. "Qingcheng …"

"Do you still want to say that the woman is not a concubine, but a patient of yours?" Yao Qingcheng disdainfully replied.

Yao Meng Chen remained silent. Actually, things were not as simple as he had imagined them to be.

How long would it take for him to forget the day they first met? She was sitting in a luxurious BMW with a pink veil fluttering in the wind. Within the car, a graceful and exquisite figure was faintly revealed.

"Recently, I've always felt mentally exhausted. Can I ask the Godly Doctor to take my pulse?" Even though she was covered by layers of curtains, the woman's face was still covered by curtains. The curtains were so thick that they were like pearls that covered her face. She clearly couldn't see anything, but he still didn't dare to raise his head to look at her face …

Later, he gradually fell in love with this woman. However, her status was so high that he couldn't bear to think about it. In order to see her every day after his treatment, he lied and said that he fell in love with her servant girl.

He had managed to hide his tricks from the woman, but not from his own wife. He could not hide from Chan, the servant girl who had been pointed out to him.

Aroma died in his arms, but he didn't dare admit that the person he liked was Ning Xi. He could only vaguely say that she misunderstood and treat Ning Xi as a patient.

Even now, he still couldn't forget the mocking smile on her face. He liked someone, yet he didn't even have the courage to admit it …

When the incense had gone, Chan took the opportunity to leave him. As they were leaving, Chan said, "Actually, Madame also likes you. If you had been braver back then, she would have stayed behind to accompany you. Your cowardice had hurt three women."

He regretted not only not pursuing his own happiness, but he had also caused a great loss to Chan Juan's life.

"The past is over. Qingcheng, what grievances do you have in your heart? Just come at me." Yao Meng said in an ancient manner.

Fishy's nerves felt the atmosphere was a bit off. She looked at this and then that, and cleverly chose to keep her mouth shut.

"The past is over. Senior Brother, you speak so lightly. I believe you have already forgotten what your elder sister looks like. You can forget, but I can't forget no matter what. " Fire blazed in Yao Qingcheng's eyes.

"Do you know why I like wearing red? "Because I want to always remember that day, big sister vomited the last drop of blood. Her blood dyed my clothes red. No matter how I washed it, it wouldn't be clean."

Yao Meng Chen's eyelids drooped down. He knew, he knew. Even if he died, he wouldn't be able to eliminate the hatred Yao Qingcheng had for him.

Little Fishy looked as if her master had suddenly aged by a lot. She walked forward and supported Yao Qingcheng.

Yao Qingcheng turned her head, her face filled with the splendor of autumn. "Men don't have good things. Why do you have to go through so much trouble to save that man?"

Little Fishy was stunned, looking at Yao Qingcheng's tottering body, she knew that her master's thoughts were in a state of chaos. She held onto Yao Qingcheng, looking at her, and said in a low voice: "If I love her, I won't be able to turn my head back."

If he could turn back, there would be no one who would not be able to control themselves. There wouldn't be life and death in this world, and there wouldn't be so many sad and sad love stories.

Yao Meng Chen's body trembled. He used both hands to support himself on the table. If he fell in love, he wouldn't be able to turn back.

Is that so? He couldn't turn back, and neither could he turn back.

"I can't turn my head." Yao Qingcheng mumbled.

"Yeah, ask this world, what is love? "A life and death match …" The small fish softly hummed.

Yao Qingcheng looked at her with a puzzled expression. Because of her elder sister's medicinal fragrance, her hopes were dashed, and she had twisted her hair into a knot to become her sister-in-law. In this life, she didn't understand love at all, so how could she understand love?