Xiao Jinyu wanted to leave, and she couldn't stop him, could she?
There must be something urgent for him to go.
After dismissing Pingping, she entered Concubine Han's room with Ouyang Jingyuan.
In the room, there was a subtle scent of incense burning, so quiet that the whistling of the wind outside could be heard.
Concubine Han, lying on the bed, had already fallen into a deep slumber, her complexion white as paper due to severe blood loss, her whole body having wasted away considerably.
She looked up at Ouyang Jingyuan, "Brother Ayuan, that's Concubine Han. She's very anemic and has been surviving on medicine."
"Let me have a look." Ouyang Jingyuan approached the bedside, looking down at the person lying there, and noted that though the woman's features were cold and delicate, she didn't possess the fragility often seen in women but instead had the build of a man.
Feeling hesitant as an outsider, he asked, "Xiao Jiu, can I lift the quilt?"