Brother Liubao declined, "Young Master Luo, it’s not that I don’t appreciate the favor, but really, I can’t accept this, can I?" He too was inwardly fretting. The He family had sent many things before, and at first, when he presented them to Phoenix Blood, Phoenix Blood showed an air of being fairly pleased and intrigued, almost as if he liked them. But as soon as Phoenix Blood learned where the gifts came from, he immediately refused them and warned Brother Liubao that he should never again accept anything from the He family; otherwise, Phoenix Blood wouldn’t mind leaving the Sky Blue Building to go sing at the Choo Pavilion across the street. After all, as long as he had his voice, he could sing anywhere, and he would have enough to start his own business. Luo Yang sighed, looking beside him at He Su, who was disheartened and hung her head as though she were heartbroken. Brother Liubao returned the Purple Rosewood Box and the Silver Tael to Luo Yang, then made an excuse to relieve himself and took the opportunity to slip away. Indeed, he had to escape; otherwise, was he supposed to just stay and suffer? However, looking back at the purse on the table, the very thought pained him considerably. Seeing this, Luo Yang couldn’t help but chuckle. "You there," he called over a boy servant, then tossed him a tael of small silver pieces and handed over the purse: "Brother Liubao left in such a hurry earlier that he left a bag of silver here. Can you take a moment to run this over to him for me?" The boy servant replied with a grin, "Ah, how can I accept this?" While verbally declining, his eyes lit up greedily as he quickly pocketed the tael of silver Luo Yang gave him and cheerfully ran off with the purse to find Brother Liubao. When Brother Liubao saw the purse the boy servant had brought over, he felt very conflicted. He thought to himself, Luo Yang is really a good man, but... what’s the point for Lady He? If Phoenix Blood doesn’t care for her, it’s useless for her to approach me, especially since... Phoenix Blood clearly already has someone! With complex thoughts weighing on his mind, another boy servant came with alarming news, "Brother Bao, something bad has happened!" "Who, who, who, what’s wrong? I’m perfectly fine!" Brother Liubao replied irritably, rolling his eyes before asking, "Alright, spill it, what happened now? What kind of trouble is it this time?" The boy servant responded, "It’s Phoenix Blood! Brother Bao, Phoenix Blood is coughing up blood!" Brother Liubao was stunned, then suddenly shoved the boy servant aside and rushed into a room in a flurry. This was a room specially set aside for Phoenix Blood, primarily meant for his rest. Upon entering, he cried out in despair, "Oh my dear ancestor, please take care of yourself!" Inside the room, he saw the strikingly beautiful and enchanting man, with naturally seductive bones and a conspicuous and obscene aire, dressed in a bright red robe, which he wore with an elegant grace. With his fine hair untamed and glossy black strands cascading down, his alluring gaze was like satin, seemingly oozing with irresistible charm, holding deep, profound emotions. But his face was gaunt, and not just that, even his normally slender frame was growing frail, magnifying his delicate, willowy beauty. Phoenix Blood picked up a handkerchief, gently wiped the corner of his mouth, and bore a lazy smile tinged with rakish charm yet also with an air of carefree flamboyance. However, the smile didn’t reach his eyes, giving him an appearance of being somewhat cold and unfeeling. "Why panic? You’re not the one coughing up blood." Brother Liubao frowned, "Right, it’s not me, but if you cough up blood, ancestor, it hurts me more than if I did it myself! You should know, you are the pillar of this establishment. The last time you suddenly decided to leave, it nearly ruined me, and the business almost got snatched by the place across the street. I mean, if you were in my shoes, wouldn’t you be anxious? Your health is a thousand times more important to me than my own!"