小说内容

"冲喜？沈知意冷笑一声。她倒是想看看，是那病秧子王爷能撑多久！" 梅香 drifting over the incense burner, the room was filled with a faint fragrance. The door was pushed open and a young woman in bright-colored silk walked in, her face as pale as snow. "Third sister, are you here to see the sister?" The woman asked with a sweet smile, but her eyes were full of malice. "Ah, it's just me, I just came to visit." She replied calmly, her voice soft but her eyes sharp. The younger sister, surnamed Fan, stepped in and took a seat opposite her. "Sister, you've been depressed lately. Is it because of that young master? I heard he's very sick, but also very handsome." "Don't talk nonsense," Fan Qin said, "if he's handsome, why is he sick? He's probably just weak. Besides, he's been like this for many years, how could he suddenly..." She paused for a moment, then continued, "get better?" "Maybe he'll get better after all," said Fan Qin, "but you shouldn't be too sad. You're young and beautiful, you'll definitely find a good man."