C2

"Princess, all the brunch are ready!"

Duan Yunfei kept gesturing with the palace flowers in the makeup box, "Xiao Yang, do you think these gold and jade items are ordinary?

Duan Yunfei found it funny and shoved the food in Xiao Yang's hand into the little fatty's hands, then pinched his smooth and small face, immediately feeling that it was moist.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I wonder how Aunt raised you. You're actually a bit younger than me!"

This little fatty's name was Wu Shan, and he was Duan Yunfei's outer sect, the youngest son of General Wei Yuan, and also Duan Yunfei's cousin.

The little fatty held a sandbag in one hand and his mouth was stuffed full, "What are you still talking about? A girl like you in the capital has long been engaged, you're the only one who runs around Xiu Heng everyday!"

Duan Yunfei slapped Little Fatso on the head. "What do you know!"

Little Fatso stuck his tongue out with great difficulty from within the sandbag.

Duan Yunfei sat on her own seat, and looked towards the window. The spot that Xiu Heng usually sat, was not the azure-grey figure.

Until the start of the class, Xiu Heng still had not appeared. Holding onto the box in his hand, Duan Yunfei could not help but feel a little disappointed.

The teachers who attended the classes today were Scholar Kong of the Wenchang Pavilion. This Scholar Kong had once travelled across the continent of the Nine Regions and had had a lively lesson. Usually, Duan Yunfei liked this teacher's classes the most.

But today, there was no sign of the azure-gray figure by the window, causing Duan Yunfei to appear uninterested.

It wasn't easy for him to finish class, so Xiao Yang ran over quickly and whispered into Duan Yunfei's ear, "Princess, Young Noble Xiu Heng is sick, the Wen Ying beside Young Noble is begging everywhere, do you want to take a look?!"

Hearing that, how could Duan Yunfei still sit, in less than half an incense's time, she had arrived at the Yusong Institute where Xiu Heng was.

Wen Ying was anxiously pacing in the courtyard and almost cried out when she saw Duan Yunfei looking like she was looking at a lifesaver.

"Princess, you've come. Save my young master!"

Duan Yunfei signaled Xiao Yang to help him up and quickly rushed into the hall. The Yusong Institute was filled with the faint smell of grass, Duan Yunfei only felt an itch on the tip of her nose, she did not care at all.

Men and women were different, so no matter how shocked Duan Yunfei was, she could only listen to Xiu Heng coughing outside the bed.

"Xiu Heng, just bear with it. The imperial physician will be here soon!" Duan Yunfei shouted.

"Thank you Thirteenth Princess for worrying, it was Xiu Heng's fault!"

A waiter brought a chair and placed it at Duan Yunfei's feet, and said while trembling in fear: "Princess, please take a seat!"

Duan Yunfei frowned as she looked at this servant, and said coldly: "Why have I not seen you before?"

Duan Yunfei was extremely familiar with every blade of grass and every tree in the Yusong Institute.

"This servant was just delivered by the Ministry of Internal Affairs to the Yusong Institute!"

Duan Yunfei sighed: "You must be Chu Yang's man!"

"Princess, where are you saying this? This servant is just an ordinary servant in the palace, how can I climb up to become the Duke of Mu Residence? You are praising me too much!"

Duan Yunfei glanced at the little servant at the side, "You don't have to sue me for saliva, I won't let you go because I still have a use for you. Go back and tell Mu Chuyang, his Prince Mu's Mansion has such guts to actually dare reach his hand into the palace, if there's a next time, I won't let him off!"

Although Duan Yunfei was young, she still carried a lot of power.

Duan Yunfei had lost her mother since she was young. Although Yuwen Di had doted on him, the emperor's care and love didn't help him in this palace. Duan Yunfei's eyesight was very good.

Although Xiu Heng was a poor proton, he was still a subordinate state of Xiliang and the servants in the palace had to bow down to him or his, but with Duan Yunfei's protection, no one would dare to publicly make things difficult for Xiu Heng.

He just heard from Wen Ying that Xiu Heng had been sick since last night and it took him so long to spread the news. If he said that Xiu Heng did not have any spies, Duan Yunfei would not believe anything that he said.

Moreover, looking at the current situation, there was indeed no one who had any conflicts of interest with Xiu Heng.

Other than Mu Chuyang, Duan Yunfei could not think of a second person who could extend her hand into the palace if the entire capital was at loggerheads with Xiu Heng.

Seeing the servant's reaction, Duan Yunfei knew that her guess was right. She laughed coldly: "Go back and tell Mu Chuyang that these types of underhanded methods of placing spies around the people were done by the emperors who have nothing better to do in the palace. Since when did Mu Chuyang learn these kind of methods!?"

The servant didn't dare to stay any longer and hurriedly acknowledged.

Duan Yunfei sighed in her heart. Prince Mu's Mansion was an hereditary king of the different races, and had always been trusted by the Imperial Family. This time, the relationship between Prince Mu and Yuwen Di was something that had existed since a young age.

Mu Chuyang looked very good, and had a sweet mouth. There was no queen in the palace that didn't like him, maybe he was a proud son of heaven, but if he didn't like his, then he wouldn't be able to take his.

Mu Chuyang was always going against Xiu Heng, but no matter how Duan Yunfei tried, she did not listen.

With Duan Yunfei's support, the imperial physician did not dare to be negligent. Fortunately, Xiu Heng had only felt the chill. The imperial physician prescribed a few doses of medicine.

Duan Yunfei personally watched as the medicine was fried, then Wen Ying fed the medicine into Xiu Heng's mouth spoonful by spoonful. Through the curtain, Duan Yunfei saw Xiu Heng's increasingly skinny body, and felt an extreme heartache. In his heart, he thought about how he should send soup to the royal kitchen to make up for it.

When Duan Yunfei returned to the Red Luan Palace, it was already midnight. The soup could not be sent to the Yusong Institute the next day either. Duan Yunfei had probably not expected that the frail and frail figure, was actually from Duan Yunfei's memories, and was the last bit of warmth that she had.