Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

She nodded emphatically, her tone filled with undisguised admiration and trust:

"My young master is indeed a unique and exceptional gentleman!"

Looking at her like this, Yu Lan couldn't help but chuckle softly, her laughter carrying a hint of good-natured teasing:

"It seems your young master treats you quite well."

Otherwise, you wouldn't be so protective of him, so proud of him.

Xueyao blushed and was about to say something when she saw Yu Lan's smile suddenly freeze, followed by a violent cough.

"Cough cough cough—"

The coughing was rapid and violent, and Yu Lan's thin body arched.

One hand was tightly clutching his chest, while the other hand braced against the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white from the force.

The woman in the straw hat rushed to Yu Lan's side in one stride.

He quickly took out a small jade bottle from his sleeve, poured out a pill the size of a longan, and put it into Yu Lan's mouth.

He gently patted her back with one hand and supported her with the other to prevent her from falling.

Yu Lan closed her eyes and swallowed the pills with difficulty, her breathing rapid and disordered.

The coughing finally stopped after a while.

She slumped into the chair, her forehead beaded with cold sweat, looking as weak as a flower about to wither.

She opened her eyes, looked at Xueyao, her eyes filled with apology, her voice hoarse and weak:

"Sister Xueyao... I'm so sorry, I've made you... you must have seen this."

Xueyao quickly waved her hand, her eyes full of concern and worry.

Looking at the stunningly beautiful yet frail young girl before her, she felt a pang of unease.

How could such a beautiful and stunning girl have such a serious illness?

He was perfectly fine just a moment ago, still laughing and talking, still playing the piano, how could he suddenly...

She couldn't help but ask softly, "Young lady... are you that ill?"

Yu Lan opened her mouth, about to say something, but was stopped by the woman in the bamboo hat beside her.

The woman in the straw hat looked at Xueyao, her tone indifferent and distant, carrying an undeniable determination:

"Okay, my owner is not feeling well and needs to rest."

Miss Xueyao, that's enough for today.

Please go back.

Xueyao was taken aback. She looked at Yu Lan, then at the woman in the straw hat whose attitude had suddenly hardened, and nodded.

He stood up and gave Yu Lan a slight bow: "Okay, I'm sorry to have bothered you."

"Miss Yu, please get some rest. I'll head back now."

Yu Lan's face showed a hint of reluctance and apology. She wanted to say something, but was stopped by a look from the woman in the bamboo hat.

She could only nod slightly and say softly, "Take care, Sister Xueyao... Thank you so much for today."

The woman in the straw hat didn't say anything more. She walked straight to the door, opened it, and gestured for Xueyao to enter: "Miss Xueyao, let me see you out."

Xueyao followed her out of the room, and the soft sound of the door closing came from behind them.

She glanced back at the closed door, a strange heaviness settling over her heart.

The woman in the straw hat escorted her downstairs, through the courtyard, and all the way to the moon gate, where she stopped.

He nodded slightly to Xueyao as a farewell, then turned and quickly left.

Inside the room, the woman in the straw hat returned to the second floor and gently closed the door.

She turned to look at Yu Lan, who was slumped on the soft couch, her tone filled with reproach and heartache:

"Your spirit is damaged; you should rest and recuperate."

You, however, exhaust yourself trying to figure out that twelve-tone equal temperament, wasting your energy trying to deduce musical scales—are you out of your mind?

Yu Lan leaned against the soft couch, a faint smile appearing on her pale face:

"What does death matter? We're already in this state, how much worse can things get?"

She paused, a hint of relief flashing in her eyes.

"However, it is truly my good fortune to be able to learn this twelve-tone equal temperament today."

It would be a real pity to miss out on such a wonderful method because of fear of death.

Sister Bing, please help me. I want to have a face-to-face talk with that young master and discuss the twelve-tone equal temperament.

The woman in the straw hat opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end she only sighed deeply, walked to Yu Lan's side, and gently took her cold hand.

A soft halo enveloped Yu Lan's entire body.

Xueyao pushed open the door and tiptoed inside.

Lin Feng was sitting on the soft couch by the window, drinking tea. When he saw her return, he looked up and asked curiously:

"So? Who is that woman's owner?"

Xueyao walked to his side and whispered, "Young master, it is a girl of about fifteen years old named Yu Lan."

She's very pretty, but...

She paused, her tone tinged with regret, "She seems to be sick. She's very weak, her face is as white as paper, and she doesn't have much strength to speak."

But he's a very nice person, not at all arrogant, and very polite to me.

Lin Feng nodded, signaling her to continue.

"She asked me to come over because she wanted to ask me about the twelve-tone equal temperament."

She heard me play the piano and thought the transitions were particularly natural, and wanted to know how I did it.

At this point, Xueyao lowered her head, twisting the hem of her clothes somewhat shyly.

"Young master... I saw that girl was so sincere and pitiful. She was so ill, yet she was so earnest in wanting to learn music. I softened and taught her the entire twelve-tone equal temperament..."

She secretly glanced at Lin Feng, worried that he would be angry.

After all, this was something the young master taught her, and it was indeed inappropriate to pass it on to outsiders without asking him.

Seeing this, Lin Feng couldn't help but laugh and waved his hand, saying:

"I told you before when I was teaching you that you can handle the twelve-tone equal temperament yourself."

"Teach whomever you want, don't worry about it."

Xueyao finally breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appearing on her face, and continued:

"By the way, young master, that young lady named Yu Lan said she wanted to visit you, apparently to ask you for some advice in person."

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng simply waved his hand, his tone casual:

"Forget it, what's so interesting about a little girl?"

Besides, they're sick, so let's not disturb their rest.

Taking good care of your health is the most important thing.

"Yes, young master," Xueyao replied obediently.

At this moment, Lin Feng took out the Marrow Cleansing Pill from his sleeve, weighed it in his hand, and looked at the maids:

"I have a Marrow Cleansing Pill here, which I plan to give to you to use."

Who wants to go first?

The group looked at each other, and for a moment no one dared to speak.

Su Shi and Su Qin exchanged a glance, their gazes simultaneously turning to Xue Yao.

After all, Xueyao was the first to follow the young master, so according to seniority, she should have been first.

"Let's have Sister Xueyao go first," Su Qin said softly.

Xueyao hurriedly waved her hand:

"Please keep it for the young master; I don't need it. I've heard that this Marrow Cleansing Pill is quite valuable, too precious..."

Lin Feng immediately made the decision: "Alright, Xueyao will go first."

Stop passing the buck.

After saying that, he turned to Xiao Tao beside him and instructed, "Go and tell the two maids outside to prepare. Tell them we want to take a bath."

I need a large bathtub filled with hot water.

"Yes, young master."

Xiao Tao responded and quickly ran out to give the instructions.

Her steps were a little unsteady, and her cheeks were slightly flushed.

After all, she was still a virgin. Although nothing happened that night, every time she recalled the noises she heard behind the screen, her mind would buzz and her heart would race.

After an incense stick has burned.

Hot water is ready.

The room was filled with mist, and the large bathtub was filled with warm water, with a few flower petals floating on the surface, emitting a faint fragrance.

Lin Feng and Xue Yao sat facing each other, immersed in warm water.

He held the Marrow Cleansing Pill to Xueyao's lips and whispered, "Xueyao, eat it. After you eat it, you will have miraculous power."

Xueyao nodded, her eyes full of trust.