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"Let him take the medicine for two more days."
Qi Qingdan said, "If there's nothing unusual, return to the Board of Rites Office after two days."
...
The night breeze was slightly cool.
Within the Capital Marshal's Mansion, under the dim light of an oil lamp and a wooden window, a long table was piled high with documents.
A young man sat in front of the table, holding a tarnished silver ring between his fingertips, staring at the ring in a trance without uttering a word.
Opposite him, Xiao Zhufeng glanced at him: "You've been looking at it all night, have you noticed anything different?"
Pei Yunmeng remained silent.
"All you've lost is the name of a fiancé," Xiao Zhufeng sneered, "why put on such a cold face for everyone at the Marshal's Mansion to see."
Pei Yunmeng's brows furrowed slightly: "Can't you be quiet?"
Xiao Zhufeng shrugged his shoulders.
