This time, what Shen Ning spit out was not phlegm, but a mouthful of blood, which fell to the ground, dazzlingly bright red.
"Sister, to be honest, my sister is suffering from tuberculosis. You don't need to ask the prince to help me find a doctor to treat it. Even if a god comes to earth, my disease will not be cured." Shen Ning finally stopped coughing and wiped it. Wiping the blood on his lips, he sighed deeply.
Her face was pale, she couldn't breathe, and she looked like she was dying.
"What! It's really tuberculosis!" Shen Biyun's eyes almost bulged out.
"Sister, I know you have a good heart. My sister has tuberculosis. No one dares to come and see me. You are the only one who cares about the relationship between sisters... Cough cough cough!" Before Shen Ning could finish her sentence, she coughed again.
Shen Biyun stepped back a few steps and covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves.
She really hated herself at this moment. Why didn't she listen to Lan Xiang's advice and insist on coming in to see this tuberculosis man? Her skirt was stained by her spit.
She stared at the piece of phlegm on her skirt, feeling nauseated and almost vomited out with a "vomit" sound.
"Sister, I'm not feeling well, so I won't stay any longer. Here are some gifts from the prince. I've specially given them to my sister. I hope my sister will recover soon. I'll take my leave now."
Shen Biyun hurriedly said a few words to show off, signaled Lan Xiang to keep the gift she had brought, and turned away, walking fast and hasty, as if there was a tiger chasing her behind.
When she was about to go out, she almost tripped over the threshold. Fortunately, Lan Xiang helped her in time, but she was so frightened that she broke into a cold sweat.
Shen Ning was secretly amused, and added fuel to the fire: "Sister, the phlegm on this skirt... you must wash it off when you go back, otherwise... you will easily suffer from the same tuberculosis as your sister... ahem... "
Shen Biyun's body suddenly stiffened. She felt as if her pink dress embroidered with peonies was covered with caterpillars. It was indescribably uncomfortable to wear, and she wanted to take it off right away.
"It's my sister who soiled my sister's skirt. Why don't you take it off and let Xiao Ru clean it for you? If your sister doesn't mind, then you can wear your sister's skirt, right?" Shen Ning said again.
"No... no need." Shen Biyun said stiffly, and walked out without looking back. He walked out of the courtyard in one breath, then took off his long skirt impatiently and threw it to the ground hatefully.
The hatred in her heart was overwhelming, and she turned back to stare at the dilapidated courtyard door, the anger in her eyes almost bursting out.
Bitch! Damn bitch!
She actually soiled her favorite dress!
She still remembered that the first time she wore this pink peony skirt, Chu Shaoyang's eyes kept staring at her, and the passion in his eyes almost melted her.
She wore this skirt specially because she wanted to show off her power in front of Shen Ning, show off the prince's kindness to her, and make him angry to death.
But all her thoughts were in vain.
Before she could boast, Shen Ning spat her out.
Shen Biyun was so angry that she almost broke her silver teeth.
Shen Ning, I curse you to die miserably!
She swore bitterly in her heart, and the image of Shen Ning's weakness and vomiting blood appeared in her mind. She looked like it was difficult to survive the night, and she suddenly felt much better.
Maybe she can wait for good news tomorrow.
But... what if this bitch is destined to live forever
Shen Biyun rolled his eyes and landed on the pink skirt on the ground. An idea came into his mind, and he suddenly smiled sinisterly.