Female student: I'm sorry, the prince is mine.

Nanshan was a little nervous. Although she had memories of Wang in her mind, after all, she was already different from her original owner.

She adjusted the veil she had just put on hurriedly, put her hands in front of her, and held them nervously.

With a smile on her face, Wang looked at Nanshan silently.

Being looked at like this, Nanshan felt a little uncomfortable, so he adjusted his sitting posture. He quietly looked at Wang's room from the corner of his eye.

This is a simple room, with mahogany furniture and some orchid carvings, very elegant.

The orchids have different shapes, different from each other, and they are very beautiful.

Memories rolled out of my mind. These were my mother's dowry. These furniture were made by very famous craftsmen at the time. The orchids carved on them were by the hands of a former palace painter. There were ninety-nine pieces in total, each one. Orchids have nine flowers and nine leaves. Although they are not as noble and rare as the nobles in the palace, they are indeed quite prestigious among the people.

Turning the perspective back, the person reclining on the large carved bed was a woman in her thirties, with fair skin, willow eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes. There was a rare elegance and bookishness in this era between her eyebrows, her lips were a little pale, and her eyes were as bright as the morning sun. Nanshan's small figure was reflected in the dim light.

Nanshan looked at her silently, just smiling. After all, she shared the same love with the original owner, and it was inevitable that she felt a little sad in her heart. A thin layer of mist gradually covered her eyes, making her eyes bright like two small light bulbs.

She felt like crying.

But she finally held it in. She remembered that Mr. Wang didn't like her doing this and said it was not the fault of an elegant scholar.

Hey, it’s so hard to pretend to be x.

"Xiaoyou, sit over here and show your mother." Seeing Nanshan's absent-minded look, Wang's mouth moved, her brows trembled slightly, and she took her hand and moved it closer to her.

Nanshan sat over and touched her temples with a thin hand: "My son has suffered." As he said this, he stroked her forehead up and down.

Perhaps due to illness, her hands were very dry and thin. The fingertips were not only dry and thin, but also had some small hard protrusions, as if she had done some rough work and had no time to take care of them.

Nanshan felt the friction on her forehead and found that the skin on Wang's fingertips seemed to have been cut bit by bit. The protrusions that caused her face pain should be skin that had not healed.

"Is mother feeling better?" Nanshan grabbed his mother's hand and rubbed it: "Why does mother's hand seem to be injured?"

"It doesn't matter, it's an old problem. It's hot and dry inside, which affects the skin." Wang smiled and looked at her daughter in front of her, with a little moisture in her eyes: "Mom didn't protect you, can you blame me?"

"How could it be? I'm worried that it's too late for my mother. It's the child's unfilial piety that makes her worried."

Nanshan put Wang's hand into the quilt and tucked it away. Then he opened the medicine box and rummaged through it.

"Mother, this is the snake oil skin cream that was given to me by a friend of Miao Jiang when I was in college. Mother must use it more often." After saying that, she took out an exquisite porcelain bottle from the medicine box and placed it next to Wang's pillow.

Mrs. Wang nodded, reached out and touched her face, then a look of surprise appeared on her face: "What's wrong with your face?"

This daughter usually doesn't like to see people. She thought that the veil was worn intentionally because of the special day today. She didn't want to touch it, but her hand touched the hardened bloody scab on her face.

"Don't worry, mother, you'll be fine soon." Nanshan held Wang's trembling hand in his.

"It's them again, isn't it? It's them who ruined your face!" Wang shook off Nanshan's hand and hammered the bed board with her fist.

"lady!"

"Mother!"

Mammy and Nanshan simultaneously held down Wang, who was almost going crazy.

"Why? Why?!" Wang twisted her body ferociously, tears streaming down her withered eyes.

"Mother! Mother!" Nanshan patted Wang's front body and tried to comfort her, but at this time, Wang could no longer hear anyone talking. She stared straight ahead, letting out a dry and suppressed cry, with a very painful expression.

Nanshan raised his hand and stabbed Wang's shoulder and neck. Wang's body slowly softened and became motionless.

"Miss?"

"Don't worry, mama. It will be too harmful to mother if she continues to be agitated. Let her sleep for a while."

"Hey." Mrs. Liang nodded, that was all she could do. After covering his wife with a quilt, Mrs. Liang turned around and twisted a sweat towel.

Nanshan took the sweat towel from her hand, gently wiped away Wang's tears, and rubbed her frown until the tangled lines faded away.

"Please take good care of my mother. This is the soothing incense. Go and light it now."

"Okay." Mrs. Liang took the soothing incense, put it in the middle of the incense burner and lit it.

"You can stay in Huayu Pavilion today until I come back." Nanshan looked at Mrs. Wang, got up and walked to the table to check the medicine that was to be left here.

"Yes." Mrs. Liang helped Nanshan put on her cloak and walked her to the door.

Nanshan returned to his room holding the medicine box. Open the lid, pinch some pills in your palm, and put them into the empty bottle.

After tidying up in front of the bronze mirror, Nanshan went out.

It was said that the old woman from the prefect was coming over today, and she was probably going to host a banquet. She was indeed curious about what kind of pomp the richest man's hospitality would be.

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"Miss." Nanshan turned around and saw Mrs. Liang walking towards her with a box in her hand.

"Mom, what's the matter?"

"My wife is seriously ill, but you still have to follow the proper etiquette."

Madam Liang handed the box that Madam Wang had prepared a long time ago to Nanshan: "It's just that now, Madam can't go there in person."

"Mammy, don't worry. It's just a concubine's marriage. Whether the mistress sees it or not, it won't be much of an obstacle." What's more, everyone is sick. It will be the same for her, the legitimate daughter.

Mrs. Liang understood, and the smile on her face became thicker. She was bolder than before.

In the past, she was only obsessed with scientific examinations and books, but now, she seems to have plunged headlong into the world.

In the past, the eldest lady was deaf to what was going on outside the window, and she endured even the worst. She lacked a bit of sparkle.

The eldest lady seems to be a lot more transparent now.

She liked it even more.

Mrs. Liang watched Nanshan emerge from the carved arch, then walked briskly back to Mrs. Wang's house.