Chapter 6: This Girl's Body Really Is Weak

Hailan stood there dumbfounded. In her heart, the second young lady of the Su family possessed a heart like a Bodhisattva; to think that she could be spoken of so poorly by her own lady just because of a bowl of ginger soup.

Feng Qingcheng greatly admired this body of hers. She had merely fallen into the water, yet walking felt like riding a swing.

Supported by Hailan, she didn't even know how she managed to stumble her way over the ship's gunwale, one unsteady step at a time.

The only sensation she had was that by the time her feet finally met the solid ground of the narrow pier, her legs had gone limp, and even walking seemed to have become an impossible task.

At this moment, Feng Qingcheng finally understood what it meant to have a weak constitution.

This girl's body wasn't just ordinary weak.

She estimated that if this body were to transmigrate into *Dream of the Red Chamber*, Lin Daiyu wouldn't stand a chance.

Although Hailan's physique was slightly better than Feng Qingcheng's, she was still of a slender build. Now that almost all of Feng Qingcheng's weight was pressing down on her, it was easy to imagine how difficult the walk was.

Hailan was essentially half-carrying and half-supporting her mistress, using her own body to prop her up.

She lifted her eyes, hoping to find someone to help, but wherever she looked, people avoided them as if they were avoiding a plague god.

The stubborn Hailan, seeing the gazes of the crowd, ultimately swallowed her plea for help and gritted her teeth to continue supporting Feng Qingcheng.

However, the further they walked, the heavier Feng Qingcheng's body seemed to become, and her steps grew increasingly staggered.

The unevenness of the pebble road finally caused the feet of the master and servant to slip; with one stumble, they fell.

As her head made contact with the ground once again, Feng Qingcheng felt her head instantly grow dizzy, the world spinning around her.

It felt as if her very body had been hollowed out; she tried to move her fingers, but she didn't even have the strength to speak.

She couldn't help but feel a mix of laughter and tears in her heart. Was this a symptom of her about to die? How could she be this powerless?

Or perhaps, she was lucky—maybe she would die here and then transmigrate back.

Just as she was lost in these wandering thoughts, a series of hurried footsteps sounded by her ear.

When she turned her head to look, a pair of shoes embroidered with auspicious cloud totems in silver thread fell into her line of sight.

While she was still in a state of confused bewilderment, a garment was placed over her body.

Following that came a man's startled voice: "Master..."

"It is fine. She is a young lady; walking in wet clothes is, after all, unseemly..."

Hailan hurriedly bowed her head deeply: "This commoner, Hailan, thanks Fourth Prince on behalf of Feng Qingcheng for his grace... Fourth Prince, please show mercy. My lady has not spoken for a long time, so she cannot personally thank Your Highness for this kindness. Please forgive her..."

A bitter smile rose in Feng Qingcheng's heart. Hailan's words were a reminder to her not to speak recklessly.

But how could this girl know that, at this moment, she didn't even have the strength to speak?

Even so, she was still very grateful to the girl.

When she had asked "Who are you," she had already felt a sense of doubt toward herself, which was why her expression had been so shocked.

However, Feng Qingcheng had to admit that although this maid named Hailan was young—at most seventeen or eighteen years old—with eyes so clear and transparent they seemed to lack any scheme, she was actually quite clever.