Chapter Four: Even the Imperial Physicians Could No Longer Bear It

Jiang Lingyao couldn’t stop coughing, clutching her mouth with a pale face.

The twins hurried over, their anger instantly turning into worry as they anxiously asked, “Mingzhu, who bullied you? Third Brother and Fourth Brother will beat him to death!”

Jiang Lingyao was momentarily stunned, almost feeling as if she had returned to the time before Song Lian’er entered the mansion.

But it was just an illusion, as the two of them had dragged her along all the way, scraping her ankles until they bled.

She lowered her gaze, her numb heart unmoved.

This time returning home, the people she cared for most were her mother and grandmother; she felt no emotion for anyone else.

Seeing how close they were to Jiang Lingyao, Song Lian’er immediately acted coquettishly, “Third Brother, Fourth Brother, Lian’er hurts so much, my chest feels so tight—am I going to die?”

The twins’ expressions changed abruptly. Without hesitation, they released Jiang Lingyao and surrounded Song Lian’er’s bedside, fussing over her.

When they suddenly let go of her hand, Jiang Lingyao, already weak, fell heavily to the ground, stifling a groan as cold sweat dripped down her forehead from the pain.

She heard the twins’ concern for Song Lian’er, and a subtle shadow passed over her face.

In an instant, they had forgotten her injuries completely, as if they had never cared for her at all, utterly ignoring her.

Suddenly remembering, Jiang Lingyao recalled how the twins once fought fiercely over the first embroidered sachet she had made with her own hands.

Between the twins, there was always more private rivalry than between ordinary brothers.

She didn’t want to see either of them upset, so she secretly stayed up late to make new sachets, accidentally pricking her hand and leaving small red marks.

When the two found out, they were so heartbroken they cried, holding her injured fingers and sobbing with regret.

Everyone in the mansion found it strange, saying they had never seen these two little rascals soften like that.

Thinking of the past, Jiang Lingyao’s calm heart stirred slightly. She struggled to lift her head to look at the twins anxiously sweating over Song Lian’er, but she could no longer summon any other feelings.

Before long, the imperial physician arrived in a hurry. Upon entering, his expression changed drastically. Kneeling down, he smiled kindly at Jiang Yi and reached out, “Let me take a look!”

The twins exchanged a hesitant glance when they saw Jiang Lingyao’s battered state, but they pulled the physician aside, adding to Jiang Lingyao, “Jiang Lingyao, you owe Lian’er. Let her be seen first.”

The physician, assuming someone was more seriously injured than Jiang Lingyao, became even more urgent, pushing past the twins toward the bed.

When his fingers touched Song Lian’er’s wrist, he suddenly sneered, then looked up at the group. Considering their identities, he silently suppressed his anger.

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