"Cough, cough."
Inside a small village three hundred miles from the capital city, a coughing sound echoed from the main courtyard.
Meiniang, carrying a warming box, walked to the door. Hearing the coughing, a painful feeling rose in her heart. She knocked on the door: "Sir, it's time to take your medicine."
There was silence inside. After thinking for a moment, she pushed the door open and went in. Shang Pu, also known as Chu Ze, was reclining on the bed, reading a book in the candlelight by the bedside.
"No need to brew any medicine. It's useless even if I take it." Shang Pu didn't look up, nor did he glance at her.
Shang Meiniang walked to the table, took out the steaming bowl of medicine from the warming box, and approached, speaking softly: "It's better than not taking it."
Shang Pu frowned slightly.
