Chapter 1615 - 589: The Fake True Young Lady (Part 10)_2

She thoughtfully squeezed out all the crab meat from the legs, scooped out the crab roe, and placed it all on a clean small plate.

"Miss He, have a taste, you can eat it directly or dip it in ginger vinegar sauce!"

The little maid dared not tease He Tiantian anymore, serving her meticulously, attending to every detail.

He Tiantian curved her lips slightly; she indeed guessed right.

The person behind the scenes deliberately brought a plate of crab and insisted she eat it.

Why?

It’s precisely because the original He Dian was allergic to crab.

It’s just that in the past, the original lived in a remote village for over ten years, not knowing what crab even was.

Having never eaten it, naturally, she wouldn’t find out she was allergic to this ingredient.

He Tiantian had read the script, so she knew this matter very well.

And in this novel world, there was another who knew the original plot — Ma Family!

He Tiantian contemplated:

It seems Ma Family truly didn’t want "He Dian" to appear before the noblewoman in the capital.

Even if she had to appear, Ma Family didn’t want anyone to see "He Dian"’s face.

After eating crab and having an allergy, "He Dian" would get a rash all over her face and body.

Unable to refuse to appear at the feast, to care for the guests’ and "He Dian"’s feelings, the kind Third Young Madam would let her wear a veil.

Only revealing a pair of eyes, maybe making someone feel a bit familiar but not enough to draw any real associations!

Of course, this hypothesis is based on the guests absolutely wanting to see Gu Jingyuan’s savior.

In reality, in the circle of aristocracy, unless there’s a grudge or someone intentionally looking for trouble, no one would really dig for the truth like that.

Perhaps someone might suspect: "Why all of a sudden, Gu Third’s savior is ’sick?’ Is there some inside story?"

But, to most, they wouldn’t care.

After all, it’s someone else’s business, and that so-called savior is merely a lowly commoner.

Wouldn’t it be better for the ladies to enjoy crabs and admire chrysanthemums?

They bear no grudges against the Marchioness and other ladies; why be a "bad guest?"

The most likely scenario is that He Tiantian won’t even touch the edge of the feast, having to "recover" in a secluded courtyard alone!

He Tiantian guessed Ma Family’s scheme but didn’t plan to break it.

Firstly, she needed to maintain her persona.

The original had never seen crab but was fond of indulgence.

Seeing fine food and having a maid pretty much feeding it to her, it would be quite abnormal if she didn’t eat.

Secondly, He Tiantian wanted to go along with the flow.

She hadn’t deciphered Ma Family’s new plan, hence reluctant to easily "expose" herself.

So, having an allergy, temporarily avoiding the noblewomen’s attention, He Tiantian didn’t refuse.

"Since you’re so earnest, I shall give it a try."

Many thoughts flashed through He Tiantian’s mind, yet her face remained vain and shallow.

She acted coy in her speech, then eagerly started eating.

Delicious!

Unpolluted crabs from ancient times were indeed plump and incredibly fresh.

He Tiantian’s eyes instantly brightened, her face filled with enjoyment.

Apart from the need to act, He Tiantian genuinely loved this delicacy.

What a pity, the original’s body was allergic to crab.

In this Small World, as long as He Tiantian bore the original’s body, she couldn’t fully enjoy such delicacies.

Alas, steamed crab, spicy crab, crab roe bun, crab roe noodles... goodbye!

He Tiantian wasn’t overly greedy, but not wanting to eat and being unable to eat are different.

After eating a few bites of crab roe, and a few chopsticks of crab meat, He Tiantian started feeling itchy on her face and body.

After finishing two crabs, drinking some yellow wine, before she could eat other dishes, the little maid beside her exclaimed in surprise—

"Miss He, you, you—"

He Tiantian feigned ignorance, raising her head, revealing a face full of rash.

The little maid was even more terrified, stepping back several times.

Ancient medical knowledge was low, and common people lacked medical awareness.

Usually, seeing such a rash would be mistaken for catching some rare disease or contagious illness.

Especially the latter, it’s contagious.

The little maid’s mind already flashed with plague and smallpox, wishing she could jump three feet away, afraid of being infected by He Tiantian.

He Tiantian:...Uh, scared you, didn’t it? But I can’t be blamed; blame it all on Ma Family.

"What’s wrong with me?"

He Tiantian was still clueless in appearance, but she soon sucked in cool air in pain, murmuring puzzled: "So itchy! Why am I so itchy all over?"