These days, Xiao Xiaolong looked extremely awful, and although he took care of the business and cooked as per Bu Fang's instruction, he was extremely exhausted in his mind. This was because of Xiao Meng's worsening condition. The poison had permeated deeper into him, and his aura had grown even more feeble. He seemed to be at death's door.
Although the emperor sent the imperial physicians to cure Xiao Meng every day, none had been able to, so they could only sigh in resignation.
His father would die, soon, so how could he, the son, be cheerful?
Therefore, he had been slightly absent-minded.
However, he still held on to hope. Before Bu Fang left, he had informed Xiao Xialong that, upon his return, he may have a way to cure Xiao Meng. He had kept those words to heart and eagerly awaited Bu Fang's early return.
Although Bu Fang had only been gone for half a month, that period of absence felt like an eternity for Xiao Xiaolong.
