"Ha! Heiha!"
In the martial arts training ground of the Duke Mansion's backyard, five-year-old Brother Yuan, dressed in snow-white training clothes, followed a Martial Arts Master specially hired by Kang Mo to practice boxing.
Not far from the corridor, a leisure chair was placed, on which the extremely frail He Tiantian lay leisurely.
Nanny Seo and a group of trusted servants were waiting on her side, helping to adjust backrests, thin blankets, fanning, offering tea and water, and cautiously checking on her complexion and health, all busy and attentive.
Now, the whole mansion treated He Tiantian as if she were fragile, fearing she might suffer even the slightest bump or scrape.
Logically, with a physical condition like He Tiantian's, she should not be staying outdoors at all.
She should be lying in bed resting.
Because even the Imperial Physician could not guarantee that if she closed her eyes tonight, she would be able to wake up tomorrow morning.
