Chapter 504

Que'er's illness came on extremely fiercely.

She ran a high fever for three full days.

Each time after taking medicine and the fever subsided, within two hours it would spike again.

Li Qingluo even worried that her brain might be damaged by the fever.

"Why not have Qin Ling come take a look at her?"

Qin Ling was sent, trembling with fear, to Nan Gong Fu.

Upon seeing Li Qingluo, his legs went weak involuntarily.

"Heh, heh... Luo'er, how have you been lately?"

"Uncle, I heard you and Your Highness got married; I haven't had a chance to congratulate you yet."

"I wish you two a lifetime together, forever united in heart."

Li Qingluo:...

How thick-skinned he is!

Who acknowledges him as an uncle?

Thinking of something, she suddenly smiled faintly: "Where's the gift?"

Qin Ling:...

She asked him for a gift?

He is now merely a puppet in Prince Su's hands!!

They make him do whatever they tell him—make masks, treat illnesses—he has no personal freedom, let alone receiving a monthly stipend like others.

He's just working for free, all because he once offended her!

Where would he get money to prepare a gift for her!

Ah!?

Want some poison?

He's basically offering several baskets of it for free—would she take it or not!?

Heh, if he didn't currently have no idea where his wife is, he wouldn't have to live so humbly.

Qin Ling merely smiled without speaking.

Li Qingluo: "Uncle, you don't have anything presentable, so there's no need to feel inferior."

"How about you pass on your signature skill to me? I won't look down on it."

Qin Ling: "She's dreaming nicely, heh."

He's not an idiot.

If he teaches her that disguise technique, his own life would be utterly useless.

"Luo'er, are you talking about poison-making techniques?"

"Oh, the Divine Luo Physician, Doctor Du, and the Jinniang shamaness are all experts in this; I wouldn't dare show off."

"Right, who's sick? Hurry and bring me to see them!"

Li Qingluo: "An old fool pretending to be clueless."

She must get her hands on that disguise technique.

Li Qingluo personally took Qin Ling to Que'er's courtyard.

As she turned, she caught a glimpse of a figure flashing by the gate of Tangdi Residence.

Wasn't that Zhui Yu, or who else?

Que'er's illness started because of him.

But what's the use of caring now?

He can't change his resolve; better not to meet.

Li Qingluo pretended not to have seen it and went to Que'er's room.

Qin Ling still has a couple of tricks up his sleeve.

He administered medicine via needles, quickly stabilizing Que'er's condition.

The next morning, Que'er fully regained consciousness.

"Miss."

Que'er knew she had been ill for several days and felt deeply guilty.

"I have not served well; please punish me, Miss."

Li Qingluo sat beside the bed, reached out to touch her cheek: "What would I punish you for?"

"You're sick."

"It's my fault as your miss."

"That day, I spoke too harshly; were you hurt?"

Que'er bowed her head, tears falling in big drops: "Miss, I'm useless."

"I... I..."

She wanted to say something, but couldn't get the words out.

Li Qingluo knew her inner pain and grievance.

She reached out and pulled her into an embrace.

"It's okay, I know, I know everything."

"It's all my fault; because of me, you met him."

"I failed to protect you for your grandmother."

Good Que'er, you have always been my left and right arms, and also one of the people closest to me, so I feel sorry for your illness.

But I still need to tell you, there are countless good men in the world; you don't have to hang yourself over a tree that will never bear fruit.

Although people's hearts cannot be controlled, to be heartbroken once is enough.

Having given sincere affection, this relationship was not in vain.

Que'er shook her head: "Miss, he is not a bad person."

On the contrary, he is a man of feeling and duty.

I and he merely have affinity but no destiny.

But you are right, Miss; I should let go of this illness.

I have not betrayed my sincere feelings, and I have no regrets.

Li Qingluo, full of pity, patted Que'er's head.

Then hurry up and get better.

You don't know, these past few days without you, I only have Zheng Mama by my side, and things are almost falling into chaos.

Que'er smiled: "Miss."

In two more years, if you see someone you like and he doesn't despise me, then let me marry him.

After I marry, I will still return to serve by your side.

Li Qingluo: "Good."

After leaving Que'er's room, Li Qingluo deliberately summoned Sha Yi.

What do you think of Que'er?

Sha Yi was startled.

Sure enough, that evening Zhui Yu personally came to see Li Qingluo, the mistress of the household.

Miss, Que'er... is she going to marry?

Li Qingluo sat in the chief seat, coldly staring at him: "What does it have to do with you?"

Zhui Yu lowered his head silently, his face full of bitterness.

Li Qingluo felt angry inside, but she knew she shouldn't take it all out on Zhui Yu.

But as Que'er's mistress, Li Qingluo had to speak a few fair words on her behalf.

Since you are being devoted and righteous toward your elusive cousin, from now on don't provoke my Que'er.

Zhui Yu, you are a person beside Your Highness.

Que'er is my left and right hand.

You are both the most capable aides beside me and Your Highness; so even if you and Que'er cannot become a couple, we hope you will not become enemies.

Do you understand?

Zhui Yu's eyes reddened, and he stared blankly at Li Qingluo without responding.

Li Qingluo had to continue being cold: "Could it be that you still want her to wait for you?"

Is it for a lifetime or just a few years?

How many years can a young lady afford to waste?

Zhui Yu, you are a good person; therefore let go of Que'er.

Finally, Zhui Yu left, dispirited and listless.

Li Qingluo also did not want to be a villain, but she had to make decisions for Que'er.

This is also Que'er's own wish.

Unexpectedly, Li Qingluo's inquiry about Sha Yi was originally just to summon Zhui Yu to clarify things, but now there is someone sincerely kneeling before her, asking to marry Que'er.

Miss, I, your subordinate, have sincere feelings for Que'er; please give me a chance.

Li Qingluo's forehead throbbed wildly.

Sha San, are you serious?

Do you know Que'er suffered a serious illness?

Sha San blushed and nodded shyly.

If it weren't for Zhui Yu not cherishing her, I would not have this opportunity.

Miss, Sha Yi never intended to marry, and neither did I before.

But since I met Que'er, I have developed other thoughts.

If I can obtain this opportunity, I will surely treat Que'er well.

Please, Miss, consider my request.