In just a few days, under Qi Yu's masterful acting, Li Mingjue appeared to others as if he was on his deathbed at any moment.
She was quite satisfied with this effect.
At least she had fooled Li Tianze and everyone in the capital city.
For now, no one would come to bother the Prince Qiu Residence.
Li Mingjue, who was forced to feign severe illness, looked at the person engrossed in reading a script, and no matter how he looked, he found it displeasing.
These past few days, Qi Yu had ordered him not to go out and to lie in bed to recuperate properly.
But he suspected this woman was just seeking revenge under the pretense of treating his illness.
He knew his own body; when had he ever been so ill that he couldn't even get out of bed?
Qi Yu was reading a privately-owned script that Shen Xiheng had sent her. The story was fascinating and unconventional, far more interesting than those sold on the market.