Hearing her screams, Meng Ping became furious and kicked Shen Xiang in the leg, saying angrily, "What kind of noise are you making? If you wake up the master, not only will you die, but that little monster will also die!"

Shen Xiang ignored her threats and curses, only cried out in sorrow, "Master...Master, please...! Young Master is critically ill, Master..."

Meng Ping, furious at the scene, immediately turned to the two guards and instructed, "Drag this old man down quickly! Don't disturb the sir's rest."

Just as the guards were about to forcefully take Shen Xiang away, the lights in the room suddenly turned on, followed by the sound of the door being pushed open.

"Why are you causing a disturbance here? Show some decorum."

A rugged-looking man with a bold and spirited expression emerged from the house. He was draped in a navy blue mink coat and stood at the door, gazing intently at Shen Xiang.

"Master... Master, please save the young master. The young master suddenly developed a high fever in the middle of the night and is currently unconscious..."

I really have no choice... that's why I came to beg Sir...

Hearing this, Ming Du furrowed his brows. First, he coldly glanced at Meng Ping, and then he spoke up, "For such a trivial matter, asking the second madam to call the doctor is unnecessary. There's no need to make a fuss about it here."

Sure, here's the translation: "As expected, his attitude towards Mingxi remained unchanged, as if nothing had happened, not asking or saying a word more than necessary."

Shen Xiang looked at Meng Ping's triumphant expression in an instant, and his heart sank. He quickly replied, "I have asked the Second Madam for help... but... but the Second Madam, she..."

"You don't need to say much."

Ming Du interrupted her impatiently and turned to the two guards. He said, "You go get the doctor and accompany this old servant to treat Ming Xi."

Shen Xiang's expression froze for a moment, and after realizing what was happening, he repeatedly kowtowed: "Thank you, Lord, for your mercy... Thank you, Lord, for your mercy..."

"Alright, alright, let's go quickly."

The guards saw Ming Du wave his hand, so they pulled Shen Xiang up and escorted her to the backyard.

As they moved away, Meng Ping felt a bit dissatisfied and walked up to Ming Du, wrapping her arm around his.

"Master... why go to such great lengths? Who knows... who knows if that old servant exaggerated it, Mingxi may not be seriously ill."

Ming Du's expression turned cold as frost, as he disdainfully shook off her hand.

The paragraph translates to: 'The sixth prince is about to arrive. It's best if you restrain yourself a bit. Normally, I can turn a blind eye, but now that the palace is expecting important guests, I advise you to take care of yourself.'

After he finished speaking, he left Meng Ping behind and slammed the door shut with a loud "bang".

Meng Ping stood rooted to the spot, watching the candle flame in the house extinguish, a trace of resentment welling up in her eyes.

She was the beloved pearl in the hands of Meng Yifan, the Minister of Revenue, and the precious daughter of the Meng family.

After marrying into the Ming Residence, not only did Ming Du not touch her, but he also only gave her the position of a secondary wife. Even until today, the two of them have never even consummated their marriage.

In Mingdu's house, it was filled with the belongings of Xia Huairou, Mingxi's birth mother. He slept every night while holding her portrait.

How could she not hate this?

For this reason, she could only vent her inner resentment on Mingxi, in order to find a trace of solace.

Every time she sees that face, which bears an uncanny resemblance to Xia Huairou's, she gnashes her teeth in hatred and wishes she could tear his face to shreds.

But even though Ming Du had no affection for Ming Xi, he was still the young master of the Ming Mansion.

Now that the emperor has issued another decree for a marriage, she dares not openly go overboard. She can only secretly reduce Mingxi's living expenses and occasionally "educate" him in the backyard.

Thinking about the upcoming Huo Lin, as well as the possibility of Mingxi soaring to the heavens through a bestowed marriage.

Meng Ping clenched her fists tightly and stamped her feet in frustration before reluctantly returning to her bedroom.