Xiyan saw Xiu Hong off and turned around into the room.
As soon as he stepped through the door, he got a fright.
The Young Master was holding a handkerchief over his mouth, coughing violently.
"Young Master."
Xiyan hurried over to pat the Young Master's back. When he finally stopped coughing, Xiyan brought over a cup of Water and took the handkerchief. One look, and he was scared almost out of his soul.
That Bai Se handkerchief embroidered with green bamboo had a patch of bright red in the middle—the Young Master had coughed up blood.
Xiyan thought of that saying he often heard, that any youth who coughs blood doesn't have long to live, and his heart twisted with sorrow.
He forced a smile and hid the handkerchief away: "Master, have a sip of Water."
Xiu Hong had just left the Manor and got into the carriage when the rough old woman who had come along with her quietly asked, "Miss Xiu Hong, how is the Young Master?"
