Feng Bei looked up at the familiar sleeping face, tucked tightly under the covers.
'Is it because of him?'
"Miss Feng Bei."
After dismissing the others, Zheng Erniang closed the door and approached Feng Bei.
Feng Bei took a step back.
Zheng Erniang furrowed her delicate brows, then stopped and smiled faintly. "I thank you on my lord's behalf, Miss Feng Bei. If you hadn't brought the 'antidote,' I truly wouldn't have known what to do about his illness."
Feng Bei gave a calm nod in response.
The Second Lady gave a slight bow. "Please don't think me rude, Miss Feng Bei, but I have a question, and I was wondering if you could enlighten me."
Feng Bei fell silent for a moment. She glanced at Zheng Xiu on the bed and clenched her fists. Her voice trembled slightly, but her expression remained cold and serene. Without waiting for Zheng Erniang to ask, she had already guessed the question and answered, "We met by chance."
The Second Lady was taken aback.
