The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

The girl with the same facial features, who was completely different from the Second Miss' bright and lively temperament, was much thinner, with skin as pale as crystal and a slender waist. She was supported by a maid beside her, and she was like a crystal rose floating on her body.

Fragile and beautiful.

Bai Zhenzhu never thought that her bright and beautiful face would show such a fragile expression on another person, as if a gust of wind could melt her strange sister who was as white as snow.

Compared with her, she seems more like her elder sister than her younger sister.

Bai Mojin opened his mouth wide, he knew he had recognized the wrong person.

Bai Mojin had imagined what his eldest daughter would look like, maybe a sickly, pale face, but although she was white, she was not ugly at all. Her transparent temperament did not affect her beauty at all. On the contrary, she had a temperament that was more attractive than Bai Zhenzhu. Compared with Bai Zhenzhu, his eldest daughter was more like a noble lady who grew up in a wealthy family.

Such fragile beauty, even though Bai's father had just made a fool of himself and was criticized, he couldn't say a word to scold Qingyin.

Father Bai, with a red face, forced a smile: "Ahem, it's good that you're back. Your mother has been missing you for a long time at home, so she specially cleaned up your yard."

Qingyin leaned against Xiangling and bowed softly: "Thank you, father and mother."

There is courtesy, but not closeness enough.

At least she is not the introverted, timid girl who craves love that Bai's father and mother expect.

They inexplicably felt a sense of loss in their hearts.

"Mengyin," Bai's mother wanted to get closer to her eldest daughter, but Qingyin's polite and unfamiliar eyes stopped her.

"Meng Yin, this is your sister Bai Zhenzhu, and your brother Bai Wangsheng who was born in the next few years."

Bai Zhenzhu snorted proudly: "Sister."

Bai Wangsheng was very polite. He walked forward expectantly and called Qingyin sweetly: "Hello, big sister. You are so pretty."

Qing Yin was slightly surprised, and nodded gently and distantly: "Hello."

Bai Wangsheng felt a little disappointed, but he was still very happy to get a response from his elder sister.

Obviously, the eldest daughter's actions were flawless, but everyone had the illusion that she was feeling aggrieved.

When Father Bai saw Qingyin being intimate with the maid whom he mistook for his eldest daughter, he realized that his eldest daughter was not close to them.

Calling them is just like calling a familiar stranger.

Forget it. After all, they were the ones who wronged her by leaving a person in the manor. She was angry. "Okay, let's go back to the yard and talk."

"Thank you for your understanding, father." Qingyin replied softly.

Everyone watched her, like a snow lotus resting on her body, as she returned to her own courtyard and closed the door under the diligent care of the maid.

Everyone who wanted to talk to her was blocked by the door.

Father Bai said awkwardly: "This girl is really competitive."

"Forget it, I'll talk to her another day."

Bai's mother hesitated and wanted to continue talking to her eldest daughter, but when she thought of Qingyin's pale and lifeless face, she went back.

There's plenty of time when she gets home, so she'll find a chance to talk.

On the first day back at the Marquis of Weining's Mansion, everyone knew that the returning eldest daughter was a rare sick beauty.

In the early morning of the next day, Qingyin fell ill.

In fact, it was because her original body's foundation was too poor. The long-distance carriage ride in the past few days had hurt her body. Because of the effects of her fitness pills and beauty pills, she only managed to survive a serious illness. After the fever subsided, she would be much better than before.

But Xiangling didn't know.

Xiangling, who was in the habit of touching the young lady's head in the middle of the night when she had a fever, discovered it. Considering the young lady's condition, she hurriedly found the housekeeper of Weining Marquis' Mansion and called a doctor.

……

Because Qingyin's fever came quickly and violently, the temperature of Weininghou dimmed and then brightened again.

Mr. and Mrs. Bai hurried to Molanxuan.

They couldn't believe that the girl who had been talking to them normally during the day suddenly became unwell.

The old doctor felt the girl's pulse, looked at the pale and beautiful sick girl, sighed, and gave a wink to the master of the mansion.

Father Bai's heart trembled.

He left Bai's mother here to take care of Qingyin and followed her out.

"My Lord, the young lady has a heart disease. She may have been tired on the road and damaged her vitality. She may not be able to hold on with such a severe fever."

The old doctor said regretfully.

When Mr. Bai heard this, his body softened and he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, the servant beside him caught him.

"How is this possible? She just got back!"

He didn't even have the time to properly compensate his daughter.

In an instant, Mr. Bai's energetic face collapsed, and he seemed to have aged a few years.

"You should treat it well. If you can treat it, then treat it."

"Yes, sir." The old doctor knew the sir's feelings. After all, the sick girl was still so young and so beautiful, and she was about to die.

What a beautiful woman with a tragic fate.

Bai's mother didn't know what the doctor outside was talking to her husband. She stared at the pale girl lying on the bed, her breathing pitifully light.

If it weren't for the faint rise and fall of the chest, she would have thought there was a dead person on the bed.

Looking at this face that was similar to her little daughter's but transparently white, Bai's mother's heart twitched slightly.

She couldn't help but touch the girl's wrist which was covered by the quilt. She held Qingyin's hand, but it was pitifully light. The wrist was twice as thin as the hand she usually held with her little daughter.

Bai's mother's eyes were filled with tears, and she finally realized the suffering her eldest daughter had to endure living alone in the manor.

She took it back, but it seemed like it was leaving her again.

This time, Bai's mother couldn't help crying out loud: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Yin'er."

Xiangling, who was standing aside guarding the young lady with red eyes, looked coldly at Bai's mother, but there was no emotion in her eyes.

Humph, this is all what they owe the lady.

Which parent who truly loves their daughter would abandon her in the manor for more than ten years without caring about her? Xiangling hates them. Now they are crying just out of guilt and hypocrisy!

While unconscious, Qingyin suddenly felt an itchy sensation in her throat and she started coughing.

"Wow" she spat out a mouthful of blood. Perhaps the blood was the congestion of the lesion. After spitting it out, she felt much more comfortable, but it scared the people who were guarding her.

"Miss!"

"Yin'er!"

……

Qingyin closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

Bai's mother wanted to hug her but was stopped by Xiangling, who had taken care of Qingyin for many years. Xiangling, who often accompanied the young lady, had some experience and knew that she should not be moved casually when she was vomiting blood.

Xiangling gently and carefully wiped the blood off the young lady's body before preparing to call the doctor outside.