Princess Too Young, Prince Too Old

“Does Marquess still have a hard time for losing Princess Duan?” On the road to the gate of Marquess Mansion, Mu Nanzhi couldn’t help taking one look at the familiar shadow on the window . She always thought that Lu Zhishan was pretty lonely and seeing him in such a distance also made her feel sorry for him . She paused for a while and continued speaking, “Butler Song, please spend more time with marquess . ”

Song Fu immediately bowed to her answering, “Yes, I know . ”

Song Fu saw Mu Nanzhi off and took one bowl of porridge which was made of millet and yam to the study .

Lu Zhishan put the book Xu Xiake"s Travel Notes on the table . As he stirred the porridge, he casually asked, “Who was there just now?”

Song Fu look up at Lu Zhishan, paused for a moment and answered, “It was Princess Mu . ”

“It was so late . Why did she come here?” Lu Zhishan knitted his brows and loosened the spoon . “Did anybody come with her?”

Song Fu quickly replied, “No one came along with princess . And she refused to let me go back with her . But I have asked our people to guard princess . No accident will happen . Do worry, marquess . ”

Lu Zhishan got confused . “Why did she come here at such a late time? Why didn’t she tell someone to tell me as she arrived?”

Song Fu was not clear about the reason as well . All he could do was telling what happened to Lu Zhishan in detail, including the question about Princess Duan . Song Fu tried his best to imitate Mu Nanzhi, after which he asked, confused, “Marquess, What do you think princess’s meaning is? Isn’t the beer leg given by emperor? How can it be bit by a dog?”

“This silly girl,” Lu Zhishan settled back in his seat, comfortably relaxed . A smile appeared on his face and his eyes were filled with pleasure . But the smile gradually faded and he averted his eyes to Song Fu enjoining, “You can go now . Call Xie Lun over here . ”

“Okay, I’ll leave first . ”

Song Fu bowed and walked out of the room . A moment later, a tall, thin young man came in . It was no other than Xie Lun .

“My Lord,” greeted Xielun .

“Have you gotten the result?” Lu Zhishan knocked at the rosewood table and asked in a low voice . “What kind of disease is Lord Zhongyuan’s son Lu Zhinian suffering from?”

How could an ordinary typhoid last several months? Lu Zhishan had already suspected it .

“Yes, I have finished the task and figured out the cause of his disease . Actually, he is suffering from heart disease instead of typhoid . ”

“Heart disease?” Lu Zhinian knitted his brows hearing the answer . “Is it serious?”

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