The person before my eyes, Lou Ling, recognized him. He was Zhou Kang, the guard who often accompanied Huo Lin.

Whenever Huo Lin arrived at Pingle Pavilion, he would always bring this person along. Gradually, Lou Ling also became acquainted with him and regarded him as Huo Lin's confidant.

Seeing his anxious inquiry, Zhou Kang hesitated for a moment but still answered truthfully, "The Lord has caught a cold and is currently recuperating in the palace..."

"It is all because of me..." Before he could finish speaking, tears welled up in Lou Ling's eyes.

Zhou Kang, seeing this, quickly reassured: "Boss Lou, there's no need to worry. His Highness has always been in good health, and a few days of rest will be enough."

Lou Ling nodded slightly, "Does the young master have anything else to say?"

He looked at Zhou Kang earnestly, with a hopeful expression on his face.

The novel paragraph in English would be: Renowned Lord Wang said, "Tell Master Lou to take good care of himself, for there is still a long road ahead."

Upon hearing these words, Lou Ling, like a drowning person grasping onto a straw, felt a spark of hope ignite in his heart. He wiped away the tears at the corner of his eyes with his hand and then smiled at Zhou Kang.

Thank you, Captain Zhou. Please convey my message to young master Luo Ling that Lou Ling will be waiting for him.

Zhou Kang clasped his fist in salute to him, saying, "I will definitely convey your message."

As he spoke, he glanced at the cloth shoes in Lou Ling's arms and said, "It is chilly outside. Mr. Lou, please put on your shoes quickly, and I will escort you back to Pingle Pavilion."

"Thank you for your service, Guard Zhou." Lou Ling nodded, and bent down to put on her shoes.

In less than a moment, the frozen and numb feet gradually eased the painful sensation.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Kang quickly pulled him onto the horse and spurred the horse towards the direction of Ping Le Guan.

Under the heavy snowfall, the imperial city appeared desolate and vast. The bustling streets and alleys, usually crowded, now seemed somewhat empty and forlorn.

In the government office, the festive atmosphere of the New Year filled the air, with red lanterns hanging high on the eaves of the long corridors. The scene was bustling and lively. In stark contrast to this, the backyard was in a state of disrepair.

Inside was silent, with only occasional sounds of coughing and cries of pain.

Ahem... cough cough... Xiang Po Po... this medicine is so bitter... and... and Xir's body hurts...

Mingxi leaned against the wall, his complexion pale, revealing a hint of weakness.

"I don't want to drink...it's so bitter...so bitter..."

He was staring at the medicine bowl in Shen Xiang's hand and shaking his head at this moment.

Shen Xiang saw the resistance on his face and quickly spoke up to coax him, "Young Master, you need to listen and take your medicine. How can you get better if you don't drink it?"

"Our young master is the most well-behaved..." she said and then handed the bowl to him.

Mingxi stared at the pitch-black medicine, furrowing her childish brows. "If I get better, can I go find Ming gege?"

Shen Xiang's expression froze for a moment, as he suppressed the anguish in his heart and forced a smile towards him, saying, "You're right, Young Master's illness will be cured, and General Zhong will come back..."

Without pause, Ming Xi tremblingly reached for the porcelain bowl and drank all the medicinal soup in silence, revealing a joyful expression afterward.

As an experienced translator of Chinese web novels into American English, I would translate the given paragraph as: "As long as Brother Ming can come back, Xier is willing to do anything."

Shen Xiang gazed at his expression, filled with nothing but sorrow, but still echoed, "General Zhong will come back, he definitely will."

"Little Master, listen to Grandma and take care of yourself."

She set down the medicine bowl and wrapped Mingxi up with a ragged blanket, then reached out to feel his forehead.

After last night's treatment, Ming Xi's high fever has subsided, but due to the coldness inside the house, it has caused a cough and wheezing. If she catches a cold again, there may be a worry for her life.

Therefore, it took Shen Xiang quite some effort to lull the person to sleep before she quietly walked out of the room. She went to the courtyard and broke off some branches from the plum tree to make a fire.

Just as she was about to light the fire, a shout suddenly came from outside the courtyard, "Lame, come out and get your food."

Shen Xiang didn't dare to delay, so she quickly took out a few copper coins from her pocket and pushed open the door, stepping through the wind and snow.

There was a little servant-like person standing in front of the door, holding an old food container and waiting. When Shen Xiang approached, the person handed the food container to her and weighed it after receiving the copper coins.

"Is this all?"

Shen Xiang forced a smile on his face and said, "Due to the heavy snow recently, I haven't been able to sell any merchandise. Once the snow melts, I will sell as much as possible and give a portion to the official. What do you think, sir?"

The servant glanced at her and then waved his hand, saying, "Alright, alright, you may leave."

"Thank you, sir... Thank you, sir."

Shen Xiang lowered his head and bowed in gratitude, then hurriedly carried the food box back to the grass hut.