Chapter 28

Rong Tang made use of his drinking-tea actions to quietly reminisce for a long time.

He doesn’t have a close relationship with Lu Jiaxi. Linyuan Academy is the most well-known institution in Dayu. It recruits students every spring. The scope of enrolment includes civilian students, descendants of tradespeople, and lineages of aristocratic families. It can be said that as long as one is sincere and determined in their studies and possesses the aptitude to pass the entrance examination, no one will be turned away.

There will be top scholars produced from Linyuan Academy for each dynasty and generation. In the hearts of scholars all over the world, Linyuan Academy’s status is comparable to Mount Tai*.

(*TN: Eastern mountain of the five sacred mountains.)

Lu Jiaxi entered Linyuan Academy in the eighth year of Qingzheng, participated in the first flower-picking festival in the ninth year, and rushed to attend the imperial examination in the tenth year.

Rong Tang vaguely remembers that he achieved the rank of jinshi* in the second class of successful candidates in the imperial examinations, entered the Hanlin Academy, and became a shujishi. Then, he was later transferred to the Ministry of Rites in the eleventh year of Qingzheng.

(*TN: “jinshi” (进士), was the highest degree in the imperial examinations.)

In the previous two lives, Ding Laibao’s case didn’t appear, a swordsman didn’t present a tiger, nor did Emperor Renshou promise a shujishi position as the prize for this flower-picking festival. Rong Tang originally assumed that Lu Jiaxi was merely Ke Hongxue’s junior schoolmate who’d come to take advantage of the opportunity.

But in this life, the person who ranks first in the flower-picking festival can go directly to the Hanlin Academy and become a shujishi; in the Ding Laibao incident, it was a young master from a merchant family who’d come to the city to study—Lu Jiaxi; Su Huaijing personally wrote that he’d been to Lu’s Bookstore…

It’s too much of a coincidence.

So much so that Rong Tang can’t help but suspect that Lu Jiaxi is Su Huaijing’s man. In previous lives, the male protagonist’s side may not have known how many minor characters like these were actually with the main villain behind the scenes.

If this is actually the case… Rong Tang senses an indescribable palpitation in his heart, but it isn’t nervousness but a surge of appreciation in his blood.

It is really interesting to witness your previous failures firsthand from an alternate perspective.

Rong Tang puts down the tea cup. Neither he nor Su Huaijing reply to Ke Hongxue. The latter lifts his gaze to stare directly at him with a smile. Rong Tang is rendered helpless by his stare and says, “A couple of days ago, I asked my didi to go to Lu’s Bookstore and buy two slabs of smoky ink for Huaijing. They were pretty good, which is why I asked.”

Lu Jiaxi promptly cups his hands: “It’s my family’s honour to receive Your Highness’s favour. If Your Highness does not oppose, this student will regularly deliver the four treasures of the study, brush, ink, paper and inkstone, to Duke Ningxuan’s Palace in the future.”

Rong Tang has never seen someone in such a hurry to give away money. He choked up a little and said, “There’s no need to trouble Mr. Lu. I’m not in good health and can’t constantly sit before a desk, so I won’t be able to make use of those treasures. As for the brushes and ink that Huaijing uses, I’ll let my shudi* to be responsible for those. Therefore, there’s really no need to trouble Mr. Lu any further.”

(*TN: Younger brother from a concubine mother.)

The few of them in the red-painted loft maintained a calm appearance while carefully observing each other. Lu Jiaxi said a few polite banalities. Su Huaijing has already peeled half a plate of after-dinner fruits and he hands it to Rong Tang with a smile: “Tangtang, have some fruit. “

Rong Tang threw him a side glance, then recalled that there were outsiders present, so he didn’t say much and ate two lychees while leaning lazily against the railing. He looked far into the distance and casually observed Song Garden’s scenery without paying too much attention to their dialogue.

There is still one member missing from their team, but Lu Jiaxi should have asked earlier, and Su Huaijing will not take the initiative to ask about Sheng Chengli’s whereabouts because of Rong Tang.

As for Rong Tang, he would have gone crazy to be concerned about the male protagonist.

He just asked the system casually, “How does the male protagonist of this world get chosen? Is it entirely due to the author’s preference?”

When Rong Tang is a reader, his perspective follows the author’s arrangement throughout the whole process, and he won’t think about whether the wrong person has been chosen as the protagonist. After transmigrating, the system tasks are hanging in front of him, and he has no time or energy to ponder about them.

But now that Rong Tang is freer, it suddenly piqued his curiosity.

Judging from each and every clue, whether it is life experience or character, Su Huaijing is clearly more suitable to be the protagonist than Sheng Chengli.

Lu Jiaxi isn’t a particularly significant person. Even his move to the Ministry of Rites was at the suggestion of Mu Jingxu and Ke Hongxue. In the time to come, he does help the male protagonist in some matters. Logically speaking, he should not be Su Huaijing’s man.

When he arrived at this thought, Rong Tang frowned slightly and felt somewhat uncertain.

What if Lu Jiaxi was indeed a minor figure in the male protagonist’s camp in the first two lives because of Ke Hongxue?

So in this life, was it the butterfly effect brought about by the Chen Feiyi incident or some other reason that made him interact with Su Huaijing?

He was so lost in thought that he failed to notice the conversation had quieted at some point. Su Huaijing came over, speared a tender, juicy, white lychee with a small fork, and brought it to Rong Tang’s mouth: “Tangtang, aaa——”

Rong Tang automatically parted his lips, and a sweet coolness entered his mouth. He blinked a little as his teeth began to chew systematically, and he raised his eyes to look at Su Huaijing.

“What are you thinking about?” Su Huaijing asked.

I’m thinking about what your relationship is with Lu Jiaxi.

Rong Tang eyed him for a while, turned his head, and spit out the lychee seed from his mouth into his hand, then asked, “Didn’t you previously write that you bought me some storybooks? Did you bring them Song Garden this time?”

Su Huaijing hesitates slightly and smiles, his eyebrows curving. “I’ve brought them here. Do you want to read them today?”

Rong Tang nods: “Ng, I’m too lazy to go out.”

“Alright, I’ll bring them to you later.” Su Huaijing said.

Ke Hongxue spoke up just in time: “If Prince isn’t leaving the courtyard, can you lend us your wife?”

Rong Tang threw him a glance and was about to say something when, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Mu Jingxu frowning a little, and the urge to scold Ke Hongxue dissipated.

Why bother scolding him? There will be someone to deal with his loose tongue.

Lu Jiaxi said most carefully, “How about I go compose a poem? Before attending the gathering, the teacher from school tested our knowledge. At that time, he gave us the topic of “peony” to compose.”

Rong Tang detected the key word: “Peony? On the first day of the flower-picking festival, Sheng Chengxing used “peony” as the topic?”

Lu Jiaxi was stunned for a moment and blankly replied, “Aaa? That’s right.”

Rong Tang didn’t say anything. Ke Hongxue waves the folding fan with a smile, takes a lychee from his plate, and tosses it into his mouth. He says languidly, “How is it? Prince is now interested in leaving the courtyard?”

Rong Tang purses his lips, a minor displeasure welling up inside him.

Emperor Renshou’s harem is substantial, and although he respects and loves the Empress, she is nearly forty-years-old after all, therefore it’s not easy for her to get pregnant again.

Concubine Hui is domineering, her mother’s family is powerful, and she’s given birth to two princes. The younger son was even alleged by a master to be born under the auspicious “Prosperous Emperor” star. Although within the imperial palace, she isn’t the Empress, she isn’t far off.

The mudan (tree peony) is the queen of flowers, and the shaoyao (peony) is the prime minister of flowers. Both will easily cause people to associate with the Empress and the beloved concubine.

It’s not surprising that the topic of Sheng Chengxing’s flower-picking festival is peony, but for him to actually use peony to begin with. It’s really——

The villain’s design is obvious to all.

Rong Tang’s expression turns cold, and Su Huaijing says, “If Tangtang doesn’t wish to go out, don’t. It’s fine if I go alone.”

Rong Tang shakes his head. “No, together.”

Ke Hongxue immediately smiles: “Go, go, go. Let’s have a look together. The ones who’ve come to Lanyue Pavilion today are the Purple Jade Troupe from Pear Garden in the capital, which is most popular of late. I have been thinking about them for a long time.”

The zeal that had just surged in Rong Tang was mostly gone in that moment, and he looked helplessly at Mu Jingxu.

Mu Jingxu’s gaze turned to Ke Hongxue, and within it were a few streaks of ice that would freeze one to death. Ke Hongxue noticed his senior’s look and instantly became alarmed. He descended from the loft, and all the way from the boat ride to the island, he didn’t dare utter any more nonsense.

But after getting off the boat, he could hear opera singing from the shore coming from the Lanyue Pavilion, and he was good again! He turned his head and cast him a sparkling look that Rong Tang was familiar with from his previous life but had never seen before in this life. The meaning in his look is self-evident: You understand me, right? Bro!

Rong Tang doesn’t understand, and Rong Tang doesn’t want to understand. When Rong Tang understands and Rong Tang casually responds, you lead him into a trap again.

Tangtang feels bitter and silently moves closer to Su Huaijing. Su Huaijing naturally lowers his hand, takes hold of Rong Tang’s finger, and leads him towards Lanyue Pavilion.

Rong Tang lowers his eyes and glances at their clasped hands. The main villain’s large, white hands, which seem untainted and bloodless, were covered with layers of scars; they were both eye-catching and made him feel distressed.

Rong Tang isn’t certain whether the collecting dew water would scratch his fingers, but the traces made by the broken porcelain cup definitely shouldn’t appear on Su Huaijing’s hands.

It’s clear that he’s panicking. In order to stop himself, he reached out without caution or concern and grabbed a pile of broken porcelain pieces, letting his palm get cut.

Rong Tang senses that his displeasure at being teased by Su Huaijing in the letter is gone. He reaches out and holds the fingers that are holding his own.

It seemed like Su Huaijing had understood something, so he stopped walking, frowned slightly, and said, “If I may be so bold as to inquire with Your Excellencies where Fifth Highness is now, why have we never met him?”

Rong Tang is stunned and turns his head to look at Su Huaijing, but he can only see his tall silhouette and handsome profile. For a moment, he doesn’t know what to feel.

Mu Jingxu replies, “His Fifth Highness is unwell and is resting in his room. He won’t be joining us for the next few days.”

Su Huaijing’s expression relaxes a little, and he is about to continue walking ahead with Rong Tang when he spots Ke Hongxue waving his fan, appearing as arrogant as a red-crowned rooster with some minor disdain.

“That’s why I’ve been saying, Senior, your perceptiveness is really poor. That punk, Sheng Chengli, has fallen sick and suffered a fright within the past two months; how long he can continue to live is still unknown. Yet you treat him like the apple of your eye.”

Lu Jiaxi lowered his head to stare at his toes, not daring to say a word, pretending that he hadn’t heard any disrespectful remarks. Su Huaijing’s expression revealed a hint of surprise. His gaze flickered between the two of them and then back again. He then held Rong Tang’s hand and led him forward.

Only Rong Tang’s expression didn’t change at all, appearing as if he hasn’t heard anything—even if he has.

Ke Hongxue looks down on the male protagonist. Not only does he think little of Sheng Chengli, he even disdains all of Emperor Renshou’s princes, including Emperor Renshou himself.

However, if these words reach the ears of those with intentions, they would easily be labelled as treasonous, but Third Scholar Ke couldn’t be bothered to tell others.

Rong Tang has heard this a few times, but he is also curious and asks him, “Since you’re not really sincere in obeying Sheng Chengli, why do you go to such lengths for him?”

Not only has Grand Tutor Ke been entreated to back Sheng Chengli, but a great deal of gold and silver has been spent to make connections for him. This sort of libertine with a head full of romantic notions is willing to take a tutor position in the Imperial Academy and look after the fifth prince.

His heart is as clear as the sun and moon, and his actions reflect the heavens and earth. From anyone’s observation, Ke Hongxue is the most loyal minister under Sheng Chengli. Absolutely no one would ever expect that he unreservedly looks down on the male protagonist.

After hearing his question, Ke Hongxue just smiled. His gaze spans across the horizon and lands on some point among the vast sky of stars. He asks, “Who else is there to choose besides him?”

The Second Prince has a maestro helping him behind the scenes; the Third and Sixth princes are backed by military forces and generals and don’t lack advisers. The Seventh Prince is young, and the Fourth Prince is utterly incompetent that he can’t even meet the basic requirements qualifying him to seize the throne.

After choosing and appraising their options in the huge palace, only Sheng Chengli could be singled out.

Ke Hongxue lifts his cup of wine and looks up at the moonlight. He doesn’t look at Rong Tang but says with a smile, “Prince, I don’t know if you still remember that the Dayu Palace ten years ago was just like this vast night sky, twinkling with stars and radiant with moonlight.”

That was the best of times. Thinking about it made one want to indulge in a dream, but it was forever destroyed by a rebellion and never existed again.

–

The spring weather in the fourth month is just right. Wind breezes the island in the centre of the lake, causing ripples on the water. The morning light falls on the lake, reflecting the ripples like mirages.

Opera singing resonates from within the pavilion. Rong Tang and his party of five made their way through the almond blossom grove and entered Lanyue Pavilion, where they were shown in by an attendant.

Sheng Chengxing is leaning on the railing on the third floor, watching the music being performed downstairs on the first floor’s red stage with a smile on his face. His expression can’t be described as arrogant, but it possesses an inexplicable feeling of being condescending. If one excludes his underserved scholarly and erudite reputation, he looks more like a mischievous child who is aware that he’s been born into a high position, so he stands atop the mountain peak and overlooks the world.

Rong Tang doesn’t like him very much. Compared with Sheng Chengming, he dislikes Sheng Chengxing all the more.

But Sheng Chengxing stands at the railing, his eyes scanning around aimlessly. He catches a glimpse of Rong Tang, smiles, raises his hand, and mouths, “Biao ge.”

Nothing can be done about it, and Rong Tang has no choice but to go up.

Ke Hongxue and Mu Jingxu make their greetings to the Third Prince. Without even a nod, Sheng Chengxing walks up to Rong Tang affectionately and stops his greeting etiquette. His overlapped hands hold Rong Tang’s, making a very intimate gesture, and he says pleasantly, “Biao ge is feeling better? Ah Yuan told me that you were coming, and I couldn’t believe it at first. If I had known it was true, I should have notified my Imperial Father and asked him to send the palace’s carriages to pick you up from the Duke’s Palace so as to save you some arduous exertions on the road.”

Inwardly, Rong Tang is surly, but replies indifferently: “I’ve troubled Third Highness. Mother knows that my health isn’t good, so the carriages used for travel are all made with special materials. Although they can’t be compared to the grandness of the imperial family’s, they are far better than most ordinary carriages.”

When Sheng Chengxing heard this, the smile on his lips dropped a little. It wasn’t known whether it was because Rong Tang hadn’t given him face, or because Prince Rong had inexplicably mentioned Wang Fei just now.

Everyone knows that Ningxuan Wang Fei is the Empress’ biological meimei. Rong Tang’s words sound reasonable and are neither supercilious nor obsequious, but this matter of him specifically mentioning the Empress’ meimei in front of Concubine Hui’s eldest son prompts anyone reckon that something is amiss. The number of taboos in the imperial family are countless.

The Third Prince can take the initiative to mention the Empress and the Eldest Princess to Prince Ningxuan, but if Rong Tang mentions people related to the Empress to him, Sheng Chengxing will become suspicious.

In that instance, he couldn’t tell whether Rong Tang had just casually or wilfully uttered it. The curvature of his lips remained in their constant position, and his gaze gradually turned inquisitive. He simply relaxes his hands down to his side and cursorily takes a paper fan, unfolding it and waving it gently. He says, “That being the case, Imperial Mother will also feel more at ease.”

Behind Sheng Chengxing, there’s already a group of young men who’ve been making great achievements in the capital lately. At this time, at everyone’s urging, Rong Yuan takes a step forward to bow and greet Rong Tang: “Xiong zhang.”

Rong Tang didn’t nod and looked away instead. Rong Yuan finished his greeting and straightened without being called. He said with a smile, “Xiong zhang, your health has improved a lot these days. I wonder if you’ve taken a good look around Song Garden this time?”

Su Huaijing is standing beside Rong Tang and has already grasped Rong Tang’s fingers again, his lowered gaze obscuring the shadows under his eyes. His fingertips are slowly yet impatiently stroking Rong Tang’s hand, as if he wanted to remove all traces of Sheng Chengxing’s touch just now from Rong Tang’s hand.

Rong Tang doesn’t withdraw his hand and lets him continue. He just cast his eyes lazily on Rong Yuan and lightly coughed twice. He can’t say he’s too weak, but he isn’t very much better. He doesn’t answer his shudi’s words but asks instead, “Have you greeted your saosao?”

Su Huaijing’s movements paused somewhat; his head was lowered, and he raised his eyebrows a little. He glances sideways at his little Buddha, and that smidgen of unhappiness is miraculously and instantaneously soothed.

His movements slow down, and he quietly searches Lanyue Pavilion in an attempt to locate a water source where he could clean his hands.

A surprised expression flashed across Rong Yuan’s face for a second, then he smiled, clasped his fists, and bent down again, saying respectfully, “Wishing Eldest Sao well.”

Su Huaijing receives his salutation and replies with a slight nod, without any intention of exchanging verbal greetings.

Rong Tang’s expression softens slightly, and only then does he answer Rong Yuan’s question: “I arrived just yesterday afternoon and was somewhat tired, so I overslept a little. Yesterday evening, I strolled around twice on the island in the middle of the lake and have yet to set foot anywhere else.”

Among Duke Ningxuan’s three sons, the eldest, Rong Tang, is well known in the capital for being a chronic invalid. The second son among the sons of Duke Ningxuan, Rong Zheng, gradually became a famous person in his generation beneath the contrast of his sickly xiong zhang, to the extent that many assumed once Rong Tang departs, Duke Ningxuan’s Palace would fall into Rong Zheng’s hands.

During their chats, Rong Zheng would occasionally be brought up, but Rong Yuan is rarely mentioned.

He completely conceals himself below his two xiong zhangs, neither contending nor drawing attention to himself, like a calm expanse of lake.

However, Rong Tang knows that he’s nowhere as kind and gentle as he appears on the surface. If Rong Zheng is similar to a fierce yet rash and stupid tiger, Rong Yuan is like a poisonous snake that’s in hiding, blending into his environment. He might pounce at any time, digging his fangs into his enemy’s blood vessels and injecting poison into the body.

Rong Tang dislikes interacting with him, just like he doesn’t like chatting with Sheng Chengxing. After a few pleasantries, he said he wanted to take his leave.

Sheng Chengxing doesn’t stop him, but he’s finally willing to condescend and look at the people behind Rong Tang, and he said with a smile, “Brother Mu and Tutor Ke’s knowledge is top-notch. Even imperial father has praised them. Since biao ge is with them, it seems you are determined to win the title this time?”

Rong Tang said, “I never went to school. I just came here to make up the numbers and don’t care about this.”

Sheng Chengxing asks again: “I saw my wu di’s name on the name card that was handed over this morning. How come he’s not with you?”

Rong Tang truly doesn’t want to talk this time. His eyebrows lower, and he shifts towards Su Huaijing with some irritability. Just then, Ke Hongxue takes a step forward and smiles as he cups his hands. “Replying to Your Highness, Fifth Highness was seriously ill some time ago and has yet to completely recover. This time, he hurried all the way from the imperial palace and was exhausted from the journey. He was exposed to the wind on the lake last night… Indeed, he fell ill again and is now recuperating in the courtyard.”

“So—” Sheng Chengxing paused and said, “He should truly take a good rest, lest after wu di returns to the imperial palace from the flower-picking festival and becomes critically ill again, when Imperial Father wants to place blame, I really don’t know with whom to seek justice.”

He smiles, his eyebrows curving slightly, and there is a flash in the corner of his eye. He asks Ke Hongxue as if by coincidence: “As for you, Tutor Ke, you’re a very idle person who’s indifferent about worldly affairs. Why are you interested in forming a team with wu di this time and getting a taste of this worldly prestige?”

Ke Hongxue closes his fan and puts on a display of complaining: “How am I willing? Before coming, my grandfather repeatedly told me that this subject—for better or for worse—is a teacher after all. If students have nothing to rely on, I’ll have to be in their arms and help them a little. My senior felt sorry for me, so he took the initiative to accompany me. We also happened to hit it off with Prince Rong, so we formed a team to avoid becoming thoroughly bored. Before I can finish enjoying the flower-picking festival, I’ve been vexed by those poetic lyrics and poems. I shall return to Fengyue House and go find my fellow sisters, Ying and Yan.”

Sheng Chengxing is startled for a moment, then laughs loudly: “Tutor Ke is still so humorous when he speaks.”

Ke Hongxue replied with a smile: “It’s this subject’s honour to make Your Highness smile. There’s just one more thing that I would like to beg assistance of Your Highness’ articulation.”

Sheng Chengxing waves his hand. “There’s no harm in saying what you think.”

Ke Hongxue said: “I hope that the next time Your Highness encounters this subject’s grandfather again, please tell him that I’m really a useless laggard and can’t be anyone’s arm. I just want to get drunk in the embrace of a beautiful woman and be a dissolute wastrel. There’s no need to arrange these strenuous and unrewarding chores for me.”

Upon hearing this, Sheng Chengxing laughed and clapped his hands. He unfolds the paper fan and waves it as he shakes his head and says, “I don’t dare say that to Grand Tutor. If Imperial Father finds out, he will say that my nonsense has dirtied the venerable Grand Tutor’s ears. He might even punish me again to copy Buddhist scriptures and to give an account to my ancestors. It’ll be better if Third Scholar personally goes and gives an explanation to your paternal grandfather.”

Ke Hongxue wore a mournful expression and continued his pretence until the group finally separated from Sheng Chengxing.

As soon as Su Huaijing disappeared from the sight of Sheng Chengxing and his group, he led Rong Tang over to a water source, lowered his head, and quietly wetted a handkerchief, then carefully and considerately wiped Rong Tang’s hands over and over again.

Ke Hongxue changed from the somewhat exaggerated expression he had just shown and stared for a long time at it as if he were watching a spectacle. When Su Huaijing changed into a dry, scented handkerchief to wipe Rong Tang’s hands, he finally couldn’t hold back anymore. He took a step forward, nudged Rong Tang’s back with his shoulder, and asked, “Prince, where did you find this wife of yours? He’s so gentle and considerate. When you bring him out, won’t you cause a large number of people to be terribly envious of you?”

The force isn’t strong, and it can even be considered very light. Generally speaking, because he is an invalid, Ke Hongxue even makes his jokes most appropriately. But Rong Tang’s attention is entirely focused on Su Huaijing’s pair of hands, which are still covered with fine scabs and are about to be soaked by the water. In that moment of inattentiveness, he is bumped by him and pitches forward.

Su Huaijing immediately put his arms around Rong Tang’s shoulders and looked forward sharply, glaring daggers at Ke Hongxue without disguising himself with any hint of amiable calmness.

Ke Hongxue is stunned and realises that he’s made a blunder. He immediately takes half a step back and apologises after straightening his appearance: “I’ve been rude and bumped into the Prince. If you two want to beat or punish me, I, Ke, won’t utter a single word.”

Ke Hongxue’s pair of peach blossom eyes are extremely beautiful. It is said that his mother was an orphan girl who was rescued by Ke Xuebo when he was doing business in Jiangnan. She possesses the gentleness and tenderness of a woman from the south, but she also has a hint of the stubborn strength unique to someone who is lonely and helpless. Ke Hongxue’s looks resemble her very much.

Tutor Ke usually smiles, and he uses those peach blossom eyes as if they could talk, to seduce people. It’s a rarity for him to be so serious. Rong Tang is dazed for a moment and subconsciously says, “No harm done.”

Su Huaijing was like a beast whose hackles had smoothed over. The fury in his gaze instantly faded away, and he raised his hand to smooth out the wrinkles on Rong Tang’s clothes, then put away the handkerchief before leaving the washing area.

Ke Hongxue is still a little indescribably scared after that, so he saunters up to Mu Jingxu and calls out in a low voice, “Senior.”

Mu Jingxu lifted his gaze to glance at him and asked, “Idle, aren’t you?”

Knowing full well that Prince Ningxuan’s body can’t be knocked or bumped into, he still insists on sticking to him like a piece of dog-skin plaster. If it weren’t for the fact that he hadn’t really knocked him that badly, it was hard to tell if he would still be able to be properly standing here.

He and Su Huaijing are walking in front. Ke Hongxue frowns at their backs and says softly, “I know it too; I just feel…”

He pauses, and Mu Jingxu stares at him.

Ke Hongxue laughs: “I just feel like we were fated in our past lives.”

As soon as he saw Rong Tang, he felt that the prince and he were like-minded individuals, suited for today’s ascent to gaze at the vast sky of stars and discuss which girl would beckon them from the balustrade while playing mahjong the next day.

How can it be…… that he is a sickly person who won’t live long?

When Ke Hongxue thought of this, his expression turned indifferent again, and he angled to glance at Mu Jingxu.

Senior appears to have lost some weight.