Because his cold poison flared up.
That morning, Ran Qing, as usual, went to her son's courtyard to see him, bringing along some fine wine she had asked someone to find from afar.
Because of what the old Taoist had said, both Ran Qing and Xia Geng no longer stopped Xia Hen from drinking wine, and they even sent people out to look for loads of fine wine for him.
"Henhen, see what your mother has brought you?"
Ran Qing entered the room but didn't see her son's figure. Xia Hen was not someone who liked to lie in bed. Even though he didn't have to wake up early every day to practice like Xia Yuan, he would always get up and exercise in the courtyard as soon as it was light.
But today, she didn't see the figure of her younger son exercising.
Because Xia Hen didn't like being served by others, many of the servants in his courtyard had been sent to work elsewhere, leaving only two young servants, two maids, and two matrons in the courtyard.
