I Raised A Sick and Weak Prince

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       HIS FACE WAS serious, and he first checked the room carefully, but he saw that the room was empty, neither the door nor the window left a footprint, and indeed there was no trace of being broken into.

What's more, he has always been vigilant. Even if he has a fever and is lethargic, it is impossible for him to completely fall asleep and let someone come in without being aware of it.

The wooden door too, the straw stuffed in it is strong and sturdy, and it looks normal. There is no intentional mischief at all. On the contrary, it did really kind of block the wind outside.

This is totally ridiculous!

Lu Huan wondered for a while whether he still got a fever and is just hallucinating, but when he raised his hand and touched his forehead, it was already at his normal temperature.

Or—was he too confused last night that he got out of bed to repair the door while half asleep? He had planned to mend the ventilation gap on the firewood door as soon as possible anyway, but he was too tired recently, so he delayed it for a while.

But no matter how you think about it, it still doesn't make sense.

Lu Huan stared at the quilt, and then at the door that was obviously repaired. There was vigilance in his dark eyes, but he didn't find more suspicious things for the time being, so he could only temporarily give up.

He just walked to the closet, and from the bottom of the worn-out clothes, he took out a sharp-shaped dagger made of stone and secretly placed it in the crack of the wall under the bed.

The urging voices of the two servants resounded outside of the door again.

Today is the day when the children and family members of Prince Ning's mansion went to the ancestral hall to worship their ancestors. The broken courtyard where Lu Huan lived was surrounded by servants. In the early morning, all he could hear was the noise of slaughtering chickens and sheep.

Although he's just the son of a lowly concubine, he still had to attend the ancestor sacrifice, so as not to leave any talk.

Lu Huan washed his face with cold water, and after the aftertaste of typhoid fever faded a little from his forehead, he then went out.

He was used to the gazes of various servants along the way, so he just feigned indifference.

The snow in the ancestral hall of Prince Ning's mansion were freezing and bitingly cold.

Concubine-born sons were not allowed to enter the Zongfu ancestral hall, so he could only kneel outside the gate. He only had three or two shirts, which were very thin. Not only were they patched, they were also much smaller because of the slender knuckles grown by the juvenile joints. His pale skin was exposed at the cuffs and ankles. The mud and snow on the ground were wet and turned white in the cold wind.

After half an hour, two sedan chairs with blue velvet curtains carrying red lacquer and silver tops arrived late and stopped at the main hall of the ancestral hall.

Two young men who were a few years older than Lu Huan, dressed in luxurious clothes, stepped on the backs of the servants.

The shorter one was Lu Wenxiu. He glanced at Lu Huan and let out a light hum from his nose.

Yesterday, he found a reason to teach Lu Huan a lesson, thinking that he won't be able to get up and attend the ancestral worship today, and would just lie down on the bed for the whole day, but he didn't expect that this hard bone is very tough, and he got up anyway.

As soon as he saw Lu Huan's straight back in the sedan chair, he was already very displeased.

And staring at Lu Huan, he saw that although the young man was wearing thin clothes and his cheeks were white with cold, he also raised his head. When Lu Huan looked back at him, he immediately became even more angry, and he walked over to continue what happened yesterday. Continue to teach this arrogant third brother a lesson.