Slumped on the Arhat bed by the south window, Song Ci sighed openly, feeling utterly drained. She took a sip of the cool tea handed to her by Nanny and then leaned over on the pillow again.
"Nanny, I really feel I've aged, this has worn me out for quite some time, I feel like my bones are about to fall apart, and my heart is still exhausted," Song Ci said half-closing her eyes.
Nanny replied, "So don't trouble yourself with these trifles, just wait for the outcome."
Song Ci opened her eyes and asked, "What do you think of this matter, is it man-made?"
"Hard to say, the pox is quite contagious, don't know which young master contracted it first and then transferred it to another," Nanny said. "And it seems to target the two young masters of the third household, whether it's internal strife or external enemy is hard to say."
