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In his memory, the one from Prince also didn't seem to have received such treatment.

After Rong Yu finished feeding Chu Ci water, when he turned back, he discovered that the butler and the doctor were standing there together, looking at him strangely.

He was stunned for a moment. He seemed to have read a trace of disbelief in the butler's eyes, and such incredulity flashed a trace of guilt in Rong Yu's eyes. His gaze moved away from the butler's face unnaturally.

"Prince, the doctor is here."

Finally, the butler recovered from his shock and spoke in a low voice.

"What are you still standing there for? Come over and let her take a look."

With a cold face, he stood up from the bedside, intentionally acting as if he did not care about Chu Ci, and walked over.

The doctor immediately came over to take Chu Ci's pulse. However, Rong Yu deliberately looked out the window, seemingly not paying attention at all, as if this was the only way to conceal the unexplainable guilt in his heart.

Just now …

Was his actions too unimaginable? Not only did the butler feel that it was inconceivable, even he himself didn't dare to believe it.

When he was feeding her water, he was so focused that he wasn't distracted in the slightest. He had always been alert, but when the butler appeared in the room with the doctor, he didn't notice it immediately.

Damn it, Rong Yu, do you know what you're doing?

Have you forgotten what the Kaiser has done to you?

This woman is his little sister, his spy sent to your side, you actually …

In that moment, Rong Yu was even a little afraid, thinking that he was being too merciful towards this woman. He even realised that he was gradually treating her as his wife, and not as an outsider.

And this kind of action would very likely destroy him one day. It would become a fatal weakness of his.

"Prince..."

He didn't know how long he had been standing at the window, but he heard the cautious voice of the doctor.

He came back to his senses, glanced at the bed, and asked: "How is it?"

Back to the Prince. He drank too much wine, and all the pores on her body opened up. After being drenched by the rain water, it was very easy for the cold wind to enter her body, which is why he has a fever.

He remembered that a few years ago, there was a lady in the Prince Rong's Mansion who was in bad health. Every time he came to see his, the Prince would always have a cold face, as if he would be forced to accompany the lady to the grave if anything happened to his. Since then, every time he came to the Prince Mansion, it was as if he had walked through the gates of hell.

After that, he did not know whether the girl had passed away or if she had recovered from her illness. He did not look for her again, and thus he was relieved.

But just now, the butler sent someone to ask him to come to Prince Mansion for a look. He said that Princess had a fever, but he was completely frightened, and thought that the Princess he was referring to was that young lady from back then.

Recalling the past, the doctor could not help but sigh.

"Is she serious?"

"Reporting to Prince, Princess only has a fever caused by the cold. This commoner will give Princess a few medicines, and with proper rest, he will soon recover completely."

"Yes."

With a cold voice, he answered with a 'hmm'. Then, he turned his gaze towards the butler and said, "Find someone to take care of her."

With these words, he did not ask any further questions and walked straight out the door.

He had to properly deal with this damned strange behavior of his.

After changing out of his wet clothes, he did not return to his room. Instead, he went to the main hall for dinner.

Dinner was already prepared, and the rich dishes on the table were still exuding fragrance. Every dish was meticulously cooked by the head chef.

Rong Yu sat in front of the table, picked up the chopsticks and put them down, he had no appetite at all.

The servants waited on the side. When they saw that he had no appetite and that he was frowning, they could not help but panic, afraid that the dishes tonight would not suit his appetite.

In the end, he casually ate two mouthfuls of rice before leaving the main hall.

Returning to Longyi Pavilion, he coincidentally met the butler when he saw him off. He didn't ask too much, as if purposely telling him not to pay too much attention to other people.

The rain was still pouring down. Compared to the afternoon, it was much less raining. However, there was no sign of stopping.

He did not return to his room, but went to the pavilion, the place where he used to kill time and relieve his depression.

Sitting in front of the zither, his fingertips lightly strummed the zither, and a heavy zither sound spread out from the pavilion.

This dull rhythm seemed to have become a habit in his hands. He did not know how long it had been, but he could no longer play that kind of light and beautiful rhythm, as if he would never play it again.

Suddenly, a familiar and unfamiliar melody flashed through his mind.

His fingertips once again strummed the zither strings, emitting a light and beautiful melody.

This was the first time he had heard Chu Ci play this song, although he had only heard it once, and had actually memorized it so easily. Now that it had been released, he did not feel any unfamiliarity with it, as if this song had already been played a thousand times in his heart.

It was undeniable that this song was truly pleasant to the ears. It could even easily improve the heart that he had been suppressing all this time.

After the song ended, he continued to sit in the pavilion for a long time before finally getting up and entering the room.

He walked to the side of the bed, looked at Chu Ci, and finally sat down. Unknowingly, he let out a sigh.

Some were depressed, some were angry, and some were unwilling. In short, all sorts of emotions were tangled together at this moment.

"Cough cough …" "Cough cough …"

A burst of hoarse coughing sounds came out from beside his ears, pulling Rong Yu back to reality from his thoughts.

He turned his head, and saw that Chu Ci had coincidentally opened her eyes, her dry lips trembling from coughing.

The instant she opened her eyes, the moment she saw Rong Yu, a trace of surprise flashed past her eyes, but very quickly, that hint of surprise disappeared, and was replaced by a grayness that made Rong Yu feel displeased.

Although he had a high fever, the alcohol had already dissipated. At this time, Chu Ci was not only weak and weak all over, he was still clear-headed.

"You're awake?"

He raised his eyebrows, and asked with his usual calm tone, but he only received Chu Ci's indifferent gaze, "Mn."

She answered with a dark face, and when she saw where she was lying now, her eyes widened again.

God, she couldn't have been drunk, could she? She was actually lying on the trash man's luxurious high-class bed?

The scumbag's conscience that could eat a dog had suddenly changed? How could he be so kind that he didn't throw her off the bed?