Ye Chutang was slightly surprised. "Who did you say?"
The servant, panting, pointed outside. Ye Chutang saw a man who looked like a personal attendant hurrying over. His face was somewhat familiar.
Ye Chutang quickly recalled his identity. 'Isn't this one of Xie Anbai's men?'
"Second Miss Ye."
The man bowed, his brow furrowed and his expression grave.
"My master, the Marquis, is unwell. We would like to trouble you to make a trip to the mansion."
A thought stirred in Ye Chutang's mind.
"What's going on?"
The last time she saw Marquis Zhongyong at the palace banquet, he had seemed perfectly fine. How could he have suddenly fallen ill?
If it were a common ailment, they would never have sent someone to summon her so rashly.
Marquis Zhongyong was a man of high status and great power. If he were indisposed, they should have summoned an Imperial Physician. Yet, they had come straight here...
