Li Yuyu glanced in one direction, and her gaze coincidentally met Jian Yi’s eyes in the dark.
Jian Yi’s heart trembled slightly. Although he knew that Li Xiurong couldn’t possibly see him, he still had the illusion that Li Yuyu had discovered him.
Li Yuyu withdrew her gaze, smiling lightly at the woman in front of her.
She found her particularly interesting.
Li Yuyu thought for a moment and said, "You keep mentioning Mr. Mu, are you fond of him?"
The young girl’s face changed immediately, and she knelt directly in front of Li Yuyu: "Miss! How could a servant be fond of someone else? The one I like the most is Miss!"
Li Yuyu was shocked and slowly straightened up, leaning back onto the chair.
Seeing Li Yuyu’s actions, the young girl showed a sad expression, clutching her chest and said, "Miss doesn’t like Xue Yin anymore."
"Boom!"
It seemed as if something exploded in Li Yuyu’s mind.
"The people around me are called Feng Yin and Hua Yin. Since you are with me, you shall be called Xue Yin. You and Uncle Lin will manage Qingle Park. I believe it won’t be long before Qingle Park becomes the foremost theater in the Capital City."
Li Yuyu held her head, a look of pain appearing on her face.
"Miss, Miss!"
Xue Yin’s face was so pale it was almost devoid of blood, flickering before her eyes. She wanted to tell Xue Yin she was fine, but she opened her mouth, unable to utter a single word.
Before losing consciousness, she smelled the familiar ambergris.
"Don’t touch my lady!" Xue Yin stood in front of Li Yuyu, unwilling to let Yan Xiu come near.
Yan Xiu’s eyes darkened, a flash of murderous intent appeared.
"Master, her name is Xue Yin, and she’s Lady Xiu’s person." Jian Yi appeared timely, kneeling as he spoke.
Lady Xiu?
Xue Yin’s expression changed slightly as she looked at the unparalleled handsome yet imposing man, understanding his identity with just one glance.
She instinctively lowered her gaze and knelt to the ground, "Servant pays respect to the Emperor."
"Move aside." Yan Xiu hid his worry, speaking in a deep voice.
Xue Yin, however, remained kneeling on the ground, unmoving.
Footsteps came from the stairs, Steward Lin arrived with the panting doctor.
"This..." Steward Lin was first taken aback, then he clasped his hands and said, "The Noble must have come with a hidden identity, why not first send the lady to the room for the doctor to examine her?"
Yan Xiu pursed his lips without speaking, yet with a wave of his sleeve, he swept Xue Yin aside.
Xue Yin exerted force at her waist, spun around single-handedly, and stood steadily on the ground, with the panic in her eyes fleeting.
"Noble, this way please." Steward Lin, seeing Xue Yin unharmed, breathed a sigh of relief and bent to guide the way.
Luckily, they were on the second floor, in Li Yuyu’s special private room, separated from others, otherwise such a commotion would definitely attract attention.
Those who could be on the second floor were either high officials or nobles, avoiding them would save much trouble.
Yan Xiu carried Li Yuyu, placing her on the bed.
The doctor also noticed that Yan Xiu’s identity wasn’t simple, bravely examining Li Yuyu under Yan Xiu’s watch.
"This lady’s emotions fluctuated too much, frightened or stimulated, causing the fainting. It’s not a big issue. I’ll prescribe medicine, when the lady drinks it after waking up, she’ll feel a lot better. Just need to be slightly cautious in the future."
As they left the room, a young servant followed out, beaming as he handed the doctor a silver ingot: "My lady’s identity is special, you have also noticed the identity of the person inside, which is also extraordinary, you old sir..."
"Yes, yes, this old fellow will definitely keep his mouth shut!"
The young servant clasped his hands in farewell.
The doctor, wiping his sweaty forehead, left through Qingle Park’s side door, with lingering fears thinking that this old life was almost over...