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Baicaoju.

Sang Luan carefully placed Meng Youning on the soft couch beside her.

"Doctor, what's wrong with her?"

She looked at the doctor walking towards her and suddenly spoke up.

Sang Luan's beautiful eyebrows were now tightly furrowed, her gaze fixed on Meng Youning, who was lying on the soft couch.

Sang Luan's eyes were filled with worry.

Meng Youning's already pale face turned even paler at this moment.

The purplish discoloration on her cheeks became increasingly noticeable.

Her lips were pale, and there was still blood at the corner of her mouth from when she had just coughed up.

Her body was soft and weak, and the exposed half of her neck was so slender that it seemed as if it would break with the slightest twist.

Sang Luan bent down slightly and reached out to gently wipe away the dried blood from the corner of Meng Youning's mouth.

The doctor from Baicaoju quickly stepped forward. Seeing this, Yu Po, who was standing nearby, hurriedly sat down and helped Meng Youning up by supporting her arm with both hands.

The doctor grabbed a clean handkerchief and casually draped it over Meng Youning's wrist.

After checking Meng Youning's eyes, he withdrew his hand.

After half a stick of incense.

The doctor shook his head. "You should look for someone else. This girl's illness has accumulated over many years and is not so easy to recover from. In her case, she should always have medicine at home."

Sang Luan frowned even more deeply, about to speak.

The next moment, she saw the doctor take a small white porcelain bottle and hand it to Sang Luan, saying, "If you want her to wake up immediately, just give her one of these pills."

The doctor paused, then glanced at Meng Youning, who was still unconscious. "She fainted suddenly this time because of overwork. Her body shouldn't be overworked. She should get more rest."

Yu Po lowered her eyes slightly, reached out and took the small porcelain bottle, quickly poured one into her palm, and fed it to Meng You Ning.

Sang Luan stared intently at Meng Youning.

Soon, Meng Youning slowly opened her eyes and gradually woke up.

She propped herself up on the bed with one hand and slowly sat up.

Meng Youning parted her lips slightly, "Luan'er."

Her voice was very soft, with a hint of hoarseness.

Sang Luan's eyes flashed as she looked at Meng Youning's appearance, and she felt a pang of discomfort in her heart.

Seeing that Meng Youning was about to get up, Sang Luan quickly stepped forward and supported her with her other arm.

Immediately, the two left Baicaoju.

"You came out today without anyone with you?" Sang Luan's brows slowly relaxed.

In just a few steps, Meng Youning's expression seemed to have improved.

Meng Youning shook her head slightly, her voice a little cold, "A new person has recently come to my side, and I'm still a little uneasy about her. We're still in the testing phase. I've asked Muxiang to stay and teach her about matters concerning the manor."

Woody fragrance and jade amber are completely different.

Yu Po was Sang Luan's servant, and was absolutely loyal.

Although Meng Youning trusted Mu Xiang quite a bit, Qiu Zhuangxie's matter couldn't be taken lightly.

"The doctor just said that your body is already weak and you can't overexert yourself. You shouldn't overwork yourself these days. The perfume development can be postponed. Your health is the most important thing," Sang Luan whispered in Meng Youning's ear.

Sang Luan and Meng Youning walked slowly forward.

Yu Po consciously fell a few steps behind the two of them.

She placed her hands on her abdomen, her eyes lowered, and followed closely behind the two.

Meng Youning paused slightly. "How can this be? You've already used so much lip rouge, and I've only just started. If we fall behind, it will affect everything in the future."

A rare look of obvious anxiety appeared on her face.

Sang Luan reached out and took Meng Youning's hand, her gaze fixed on her, her tone sincere, "In this world, you're the only person I can completely confide in. If something happens to you, how am I supposed to live?"

Meng Youning remained silent.

She silently turned her head to the side.

For a moment, silence fell over both of them.

Sang Luan cleared her throat and suddenly spoke up, "I know you also want to get Qiuzhuang Xie on the right track as soon as possible, but this matter cannot be rushed."

Neither of them can be missing.

Sang Luan paused for a moment, then continued to support Meng Youning as she moved forward. "You should focus on getting better first. As for the perfume, we should probably suspend operations for now."

Meng Youning knew exactly what kind of temperament Sang Luan had.

She knew the other person wasn't just saying it.

Meng Youning sighed softly, her tone slightly helpless, "Okay, then I'll do whatever you say for now. I'll go back and recover first, is that alright?"

Afterward, the two chattered on about Qiu Zhuangxie for a while before stopping.

Sang Luan was really worried about Meng Youning, so she and Yu Po escorted her to the outside of the Prince's residence.

Only after she saw Meng Youning enter the Prince's residence did she and Yu Po quickly return to the Prime Minister's residence.

Unexpectedly, the moment I stepped into the mansion, I heard a very aggressive voice.

Sang Luan's breath hitched, and a strong sense of unease quickly spread through her heart.

That voice, that tone, that style.

Sang Luan was extremely familiar with it.

Her eyelids twitched uncontrollably. She quickly suppressed her unease and slowly looked up at the person in front of her.

She bowed slightly to the two people above her, a smile playing on her lips. "Mother, Grandmother, Mother, didn't you go to admire the flowers? Why are you back so soon?"

She blinked, and the smile on her lips seemed particularly jarring to the two people in the main seats.

She probably didn't do anything to make Liu Wenxian so angry these past two days, right?

Why does even my grandmother have such a stern face?

Liu Wenxian stared intently at Sang Luan and snorted coldly.

She slammed her hand on the table, stood up, and glared angrily at Sang Luan. "You have some nerve! I haven't been keeping an eye on you for a few days, and you're already trying to climb on the roof and tear off the tiles again!"

Sang Luan was momentarily stunned, and quickly recalled what she had done in the past few days.

These past few days, she's been staying obediently in Furong Garden making lip rouge.

Just as she was lost in thought, Liu Wenxian made a new move.

This situation is not good for her!

When she met the cold gaze of the old lady beside her, Sang Luan resolutely knelt down.

It's always right to admit your mistake first.

"You're scared now? Too late! What were you doing when you were doing those things?" Liu Wenxian said coldly.

Then, she clapped her hands and shouted, "Guards, bring out the family discipline!"

Sang Luan's pupils widened suddenly. Usually, as long as she was a little nicer, the other party wouldn't be this angry.

What on earth is going on today?

As soon as Liu Wenxian finished speaking, several maids silently walked out from the side hall.

Each maid carried a stick of different lengths and thicknesses.

Liu Wenxian glanced at it casually, then went straight forward and took the bamboo stick from the nearest maid.

"You are a habitual liar, disrespectful to elders, and don't know how to save face for your husband. You also go out and offend people every day. You should be punished by being slapped on the palm of your hand a hundred times."

Liu Wenxian slammed the stick in her hand on the table, causing a few drops of tea to spill out.

Everyone inside the garden dared not utter a sound.

Upon seeing this, the two maids beside her stepped forward and held down Sang Luan's arms.

One of the maids grabbed Sang Luan's hand and stretched it forward with all her might.

Liu Wenxian narrowed her eyes, seized the opportunity, and suddenly swung the stick in her hand down.

The sound of a stick slicing through the air suddenly rang in Sang Luan's ears.

Sang Luan felt a sudden pain in her palm, followed by a tingling sensation that spread from her palm throughout her body.

The next instant, an unbearable, burning pain came.

She couldn't help but gasp.

If she were really hit a hundred times, would she still have her hands?

She gritted her teeth, quickly stood up, and shoved the two maids beside her to the ground, dodging Liu Wenxian's second blow.

Liu Wenxian's eyes widened, and she was about to speak.

"*** has arrived!"