Maid: Consort, the prince is coughing up blood again! Servant: Consort, the prince has fainted again! 　　Consort: Really? Well then, go tell the prince that I’ve had the finest golden-thread nanmu coffin made for him; the display will be nothing short of grand, so he can go in peace. Oh, and I’ve also found a pretty boy to bring back to the mansion. 　　Hearing this, the prince threw off the covers and leapt out of bed, arriving before the consort in three bounds. 　　Prince: Wife, you really are so ruthless... 　　Consort rolls her eyes: Putting it on? Aren’t you the one who likes to pretend to be ill? I want to see how long you can keep it up. 　　Prince raises an eyebrow: Is one of me not enough for you? Looks like I’ll have to try even harder...