"Yes, Young Master."
With that, he pulled out a piece of white cloth, intending to diagnose Ji Yu’s pulse.
Unfortunately, just as the doctor reached out, Ji Yu turned his body sideways, stubbornly refusing the examination.
With a hoarse voice, he said,
"I’m fine."
In this state, his words made one feel an unusual sense of pity.
The doctor stood aside, uncertain of what to do.
He could only wait for the Marquis’s instructions.
Su Yan blinked, speaking earnestly,
"I’m not angry with you. Your dealings with the Third Prince, I had guessed there was some connection. Yesterday’s events had their reasons."
She efficiently explained.
Seeing Ji Yu gazing intently at her,
she continued,
"You were purchased with silver to be mine, so you must obey.
Come with me, go back and see the doctor."
This time, it was hard to say which words of Su Yan moved him.
Su Yan pulled him into the courtyard.
Finally, he obediently allowed himself to be brought back.
Back in the room, Su Yan did not immediately let the doctor enter.
Instead, she closed the door, first helping Ji Yu change out of his drenched clothes, into clean inner garments, and assisted him in lying down on the bed.
Only then did she summon the doctor inside.
After a thorough diagnosis by the doctor.
Getting caught in the rain and wind yesterday led to a cold, with a severe fever.
The doctor wrote a prescription for herbal medicine and passed it to Su Yan.
"Young Master, procure the medicine according to this prescription, take it for a few days, and remind Ji Yu not to catch cold again."
Su Yan handed the prescription to Lanzhi.
"Go get the medicine."
Lanzhi took the prescription but did not leave immediately, saying,
"Marquis, the servant cannot go out."
It was only then that Su Yan remembered the residence had been sealed.
She lowered her head, looking at the patient who was holding her hand tightly.
"Did you order the sealing?"
Ji Yu lowered his head, silent.
His eyelashes fluttered.
His cheeks were flushed with an abnormal redness due to the fever.
He looked quite pitiable.
Until he gave a response,
"Mm."
With that acknowledgment, Lanzhi looked at Ji Yu with slightly different eyes.
Each time, she’d always thought Ji Yu was a cold and indifferent person who seemed a bit pitiful.
But the command to seal the mansion and prohibit anyone from entering or leaving, under pain of death, was actually issued by him.
The impact on her impression was indeed strong.
Su Yan spoke,
"Remove the seal."
Ji Yu’s eyelashes trembled, seemingly having something to say, reluctant to remove it.
But in the end, he still nodded.
Grip tightened on Su Yan’s hand.
Never letting go.
Lanzhi escorted the doctor out, sending him back along the way.
After all, spending a night in the Marquis Mansion nervously was understandable.
And so, Ji Yu began his recuperation in the courtyard.
But there were two injured individuals in the Marquis Mansion.
The other was Mr. Su.
It was unclear why, but after this injury, Mr. Su was particularly dependent on Su Yan.
Every day, he would call Su Yan to talk for one or two hours.
Mr. Su was strong and in his prime.
That wound, for someone who fought bravely on the battlefield, was nothing much.
So in a matter of days, Mr. Su was able to walk and would pull Su Yan to play chess every day.
It was peculiar.
Someone as competitive as Mr. Su had not won a single game against Su Yan, yet insisted on playing two matches with her daily.
On this day, at noon.
Su Yan held a white piece.
Sitting on the divan.
Opposite her, Mr. Su held a black piece, looking deep in thought.
Su Yan,
"Father, aren’t you going to make your move?"
Mr. Su said,
"I’m moving, I’m moving."
With that, he placed the piece on the corner of the board.
As Mr. Su’s move landed.
Almost simultaneously, Su Yan placed her white piece down.
Then, Su Yan said,
"Father, you’ve lost."
With that, Su Yan stood up.