"It's nothing." Xiao Chengyou calmly pushed away Jiang Qian's entanglement, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and a sharp chill suddenly filled the entire room.

"Why is my cousin so cold now?" Jiang Qian was obviously dissatisfied, "Remember when you were a kid--"

"Who let you in?" Xiao Chengyou suddenly raised his head, interrupting Jiang Qian's chatter.

Seeing that he was finally willing to talk to her, Jiang Qian felt joyful in her heart and hurriedly replied, "It's Manager Zhang. He has been working in the General's Mansion for a long time and is an old acquaintance with my father..."

Xiao Chengyou didn't care about the rest of the sound. He silently put away the map covered with neat handwriting on the case, his eyes flickered across the dry inkstone, and said in a deep voice, "I understand."

The next day, the early morning mist lingered quietly in the air. The magnolia outside the window suddenly branched out in early spring, and unknowingly it was densely covered with flowers. A breeze blew by, and the slender stamens were among the petals as white as snow waves. Trembling, as if falling into a dream.

Among the bed curtains, Fu Ling woke up from her nightmare. She was covered in a thin sweat. The cold wind swept through her body, making her shiver.

She didn't need to think carefully about what she was dreaming about -

When I was seven or eight years old, I was familiar with the Fu family ancestral hall and the thin silver needle inserted into the seam of my mother’s fingernails.

In front of her was an exquisite dress, the bright red burning like the fierce fire spreading in hell. She cried and begged for mercy and knocked her head with a bang. But when she looked up, her aunt's face was full of arrogance and domineering. , the cold lips opened and closed, like a gloomy poisonous snake.

Blood dripped out, thick and stinging, dripping into thin lines...

Her eyes blurred by tears swayed, and her aunt's face was distorted, turning into Jiang Qian's hypocritical and sweet smile. He leaned over her ear, as if haunted by evil spirits, asking her over and over again, "Do you think you can Can you win His Royal Highness’s heart?”

Withdrawing from his thoughts, Fu Ling looked up at the bed curtains blown by the breeze. After pondering for a long time, he stood up silently and rubbed his slightly aching temples.

Fu Ling woke up early, and the sky was still slightly bright after washing up. A piece of pure white magnolia petal fell on the window lattice. She was stunned for a moment, then reached out to pick up the petal, and suddenly crushed it open with force. The cool touch with floral fragrance stayed on her fingertips.

She turned her hand over and saw that the wound had stopped bleeding, but the scar was still there, like a brand.

"I will help Madam change her clothes."

A maid came in carrying clothes. Fu Ling looked back and recognized that she was the maid who accidentally wet the corner of Xiao Chengyou's clothes when he left yesterday.

The maid understood the signal and introduced herself hastily, "My name is Qian'er, and Manager Zhang promoted me to serve the Madam."

Fu Ling nodded thoughtfully, tilted his head to look at the clothes, and frowned slightly, "These are too plain."

Qian'er was a little puzzled and asked in a low voice, "Isn't this dress your favorite?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she looked at Fu Ling's gloomy face and knelt down hurriedly, "I am sorry for talking too much."

"Hurry up and leave." Xiang Lan saw this and hurriedly sent Qian'er away. She then personally selected some heavy and luxurious clothes and presented them to Fu Ling.

Fu Ling has been accustomed to protecting herself since she was a child, and has never liked to show off. Therefore, her servants also followed her wishes, and most of them prepared plain clothes. But how could Xiang Lan not understand how important Guining is to Madam today? It cannot be underestimated.

Fu Ling stepped out of the threshold and the carriage stopped in front of the mansion.

The early spring breeze slowly brought a cool breath. Fu Ling got on the carriage, but his heart was not at ease. His eyes passed the golden plaque of the General's Mansion and fell on the spacious and deserted road behind him.

Xianglan knew what she was worried about and handed the tea into her hand, "Madam, don't worry. It's still early and His Royal Highness may be busy."

The warm tea burned down his throat, and Fu Ling turned his eyes away, but Xiao Chengyou's cold expression when he rushed out of the door yesterday was still vivid in his mind. Thinking about it carefully, he recalled Jiang Qian's arrogant expression in the nightmare where he had a chance to win.

Uneasy thoughts were entangled in my heart, like an indistinct mess.

I don't know how long it took, but a boy hurried to the carriage.

"Your Highness, are you here?" Fu Ling recognized the boy serving in Xiao Chengyou's study, with a little surprise on his face.

The young man met Fu Ling's inquiry, his clear eyes suddenly flickered, his face was stiff, and he hesitated for a long time before saying, "Your Highness has something urgent, it may be later..."

Xianglan couldn't help but be anxious, and raised her voice and asked, "What urgent matter can be more important than the Crown Princess?"

"Aunt Xianglan, forgive me!" The servant was obviously frightened and knelt down tremblingly, "I heard that Miss Jiang, who stayed in the mansion yesterday, had a heart attack this morning. His Highness, the Crown Prince, sent her to seek medical treatment. She will be sent to see a doctor in a while. possible……"

His voice became quieter and softer, but every word struck Fu Ling's ears with a strange tingling sensation.

Yesterday, Jiang Qian wanted to loudly proclaim her close relationship with Xiao Chengyou, but she was deceived by Xiao Chengyou's cold and proud look, thinking that he would not break his promise and that he just didn't care about anyone.

Fu Ling's chest felt tight, and he felt that the air became stagnant when he breathed.

Xiang Lan looked very sad, but she still tried to comfort her, "It's still early, why don't you wait for His Highness, Madam?"

"No need." Fu Ling suddenly interrupted. The corners of her bright red lips were slightly stretched, like a thin line drawn with cinnabar.

She has been studying medicine since she was a child. How could she not see that Jiang Qian's appearance showed no signs of heart disease? Such behavior was nothing more than a deliberate attempt to embarrass her. Since Xiao Chengyou had made his choice, there was no point in waiting any longer. No help.

"Let's go." Fu Ling retracted his gaze and lowered it on his hands folded on his knees. He was quiet and solemn, and a faint sadness enveloped the car.

The coachman raised his whip to drive the horse, and with a short neigh, the General's Mansion was forgotten in a blink of an eye.

The Fu family's mansion is located in the most prosperous area of Gyeonggi Province. The small courtyard is somewhat incompatible with the surrounding luxurious mansions.

Fu Ling's father, Fu Cheng, was originally a scholar who came to Beijing to take the exam. His family had been poor for generations, and he was not a good student at school.

This is a destiny that has nothing to do with fame and wealth. Who would have thought that when the rankings were released in the autumn, nobles from various aristocratic families were looking for their son-in-law. He had the same name as the second-ranked son. In the chaos, he was pushed to an extremely luxurious carriage and stared at him. , it was Lord Ning, the minister of the Ministry of Industry of the dynasty, who was seeking marriage for his little daughter.

Fu Cheng had no merit, except for his good looks, and the marriage was quickly arranged. It wasn't until the new leader took office that the Ning family was shocked to have picked up the wrong person and caused such a huge mistake.

Breaking off the engagement was a joke, so Mr. Ning could only grit his teeth and swallow it in his stomach. At least, this son-in-law still had a good looks that his daughter liked. He was dissatisfied and moved around to find a leisurely seventh-rank official position for his son-in-law. He was only known as the second grade to the outside world. People get married only when they are in love.

Fu Cheng got a big deal and obeyed orders in the house. His life could have gone smoothly. Unexpectedly, one day he went to a colleague's house as a guest and fell in love with a dancer from a lowly background. I have a dark knot in my fetus, and I want to take her as a concubine no matter what -

Fu Ling's birth was originally filled with uneasiness and sin.