On the sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, the night snow had just ceased. Outside Jiang Wan’s Warm Chamber, the lanterns swayed in the wind and snow, casting flickers of light. Jiang Rou huddled behind a veranda pillar, watching the shadow projected onto the window paper. A cold sneer curled her lips—that silhouette appeared even frailer than the day before, and even the coughing sounded feeble.
"Miss, it’s late. Let’s go back," the maid Xiaocui tugged at her sleeve. "If the Marquis runs into us..."
"What is there to fear?" Jiang Rou gripped the handkerchief in her sleeve. "I’m only here to check on my sister." She stared at Lüluo, who was hunching over, brewing medicine behind the window paper, and suddenly lowered her voice. "Listen, sister is coughing up blood!"
Chapter 137