Su Yan asked
"What about those people?"
"They’re all in the courtyard."
Su Yan didn’t consider this a big deal.
He simply said
"Choose a few, keep two or three, and dismiss the rest."
"Yes, Young Master."
Lanzhi agreed and followed Su Yan into the courtyard.
As they walked, Su Yan asked
"Where is he?"
This "he" naturally referred to Ji Yu.
Lanzhi replied
"Master Ji Yu is resting."
"Has he awoken?"
"He woke up, but seeing you weren’t here, he went back to sleep."
Su Yan nodded and stepped into the room.
Due to Ji Yu’s illness over the past few days, fearing he might catch a cold again, the room was tightly closed.
The smell of herbal medicine was pervasive.
As soon as Su Yan pushed the door open, the person on the bed seemed to be sleeping restlessly and awoke immediately.
Ji Yu opened his eyes and, seeing it was Su Yan, was noticeably happier.
Su Yan reached out and touched his forehead.
"How are you? Feeling better?"
Ji Yu nodded honestly.
"Have you been taking your herbal medicine on time?"
Ji Yu paused for a moment and then nodded again.
He still had a slight fever.
It’s unclear why; it’s been four or five days, and his illness keeps recurring.
It was initially just a cold and fever.
With some herbal medicine and proper warmth, it should have been better in a few days.
But for him, it just wouldn’t clear up.
Su Yan asked again
"Have you eaten?"
Ji Yu shook his head.
Then, he reached out and caught Su Yan’s hand.
"Would the Marquis like to dine with Ji Yu?"
Su Yan nodded.
"Mm"
A smile appeared on Ji Yu’s face.
Making his weak face look a bit better.
As they were talking, Lanzhi entered,
"Young Master, the people selected to serve you have been chosen. One named Ke Yu must stay as per the master’s orders."
As soon as Lanzhi finished speaking, Ji Yu, lying on the bed, froze.
His eyes lowered, his lashes trembled, his lips moved, wanting to say something.
But in the end, he trembled and didn’t say a word.
Lanzhi regretted after she said it.
Knowing she had misspoken, she quickly lowered her head and exited, leading the people out.
Su Yan naturally knew what he was thinking.
Holding his hand
"It’s my father’s arrangement; he doesn’t know my true female identity. Don’t overthink."
Saying so, she leaned down and kissed those pale lips.
With that kiss, Ji Yu reflexively held her.
It seemed to be the first intimate contact they had since his illness began.
Ji Yu held Su Yan tightly, the kiss gradually becoming uncontrollable like a wildfire.
Kissing and kissing, somehow, they ended up on the bed.
Ji Yu embraced Su Yan, pressing her down.
With lowered gaze, voice hoarse
"May Ji Yu serve the Marquis?"
Voice cautious, full of hope.
Su Yan looked at him,
"Your illness hasn’t recovered yet."
As soon as Su Yan said this, Ji Yu’s body stiffened more.
"Yes"
He responded hoarsely, obediently lying back to his original position.
Restricted, motionless.
Su Yan watched his demeanor, silent for a long time.
Finally, she blinked.
Turned over, pressing close to him.
"Didn’t you say you would serve me? Come on."
Ji Yu’s gaze brightened, then hesitated,
"Ji Yu has caught a cold, afraid it might be contagious to the Marquis. Better not."
Su Yan gave him a look,
"Really?"
With this question, Ji Yu fell silent.
Su Yan leaned forward, kissed his lips.
Muttering softly
"You truly are hard to guess."
Following that, she reached out, grabbed the bed curtain, and pulled it.