Chapter 26: No Need for Sympathy

  Looking at him, I suddenly felt a sense of sympathy for a fellow sufferer. He looked like a small dog that had been abandoned by its owner, and it was heart-wrenching.

  "Don't look at me like that, I'm fine, no need for sympathy." He apparently couldn't take my excessive compassion, and coldly pushed me away, saying: "Call the servant to prepare the medicine, it's time to take it."

  "Red Spirit, come in!" He shouted weakly, his throat making a "gurgling" sound like someone who had smoked too much.

  As soon as he finished speaking, a 13 or 14-year-old little maid with skin as white as mine and a calm demeanor entered from the doorway. Her eyes were very bright and seemed to be very alert.

  I was skeptical in my heart, secretly thinking that the madam wasn't Song Tang's biological mother. With only two sons in the household, she wouldn't truly care about Song Tang. Therefore, whoever was arranged to be by his side must be her confidant. Thinking this way, I felt somewhat uneasy looking at Hong Ling.

  "Hong Ling, tell Second Young Mistress about my daily medication schedule and living habits. From now on, she'll be in charge of my medicine and some personal matters." Song Tang instructed casually.

  "Second Master, I'm afraid Second Mistress is new here and the service might not be up to par. Besides, these are things our servants usually do." The red spirit's voice was clear and sweet as she smiled at Song Tang.

  My face turned solemn, and I adopted a capitalist attitude, saying: "That's why I want you to confess everything to me slowly. These things, of course, need to be done by me personally. How can servants do these things?" I looked at him with a seemingly kind expression, but my eyes were stern: "In the past, Second Master didn't have a wife, so naturally it was done by the servants. Now it's different, do you understand?"

  Hong Ling looked at me, her expression no longer as arrogant, yet still said: "Second Young Mistress, these matters must be asked of the Grand Madame, this servant dare not take charge."

  When Song Tang and I heard the three words "Madam", we both fell silent, and after a slight pause, I said: "I will explain to Madam, she just said so too, I must take good care of Second Young Master!"

  I don't know why, but despite my obvious dislike for Song Tang, I somehow feel a deep-seated sympathy for him and can't help but want to protect him. When I was in the modern era, my mom would always say that I'm too soft-hearted and have that heart condition, if it wasn't for that, I'd be considered cheerful, but I fear I won't live past twenty years old.