Murong Liuqing exclaimed, "Alright, Ling Zhenfei, it's come to this and you're still pretending. Do you believe that I can kill you with a single blow of my flute?"
Ling Zhenfei replied, "I'm really weak now, don't joke about this. If you wonder why they're pretending, just ask them."
Murong Liuqing said, "In a house where all three are sick, with two pretending, do you think I'll believe you're not pretending?"
Ling Zhenfei responded, "Actually, they are being kind-hearted. Seeing me ill and needing to stay behind to recuperate, they were worried that I wouldn't have anyone to take care of me, so they decided to stay with me."
Murong Liuqing said, "Wow, even at this point you can still make up stories. Unbelievable."
As Murong Liuqing spoke, she raised her flute over Ling Zhenfei's head.
Ling Zhenfei asked, "What do you want to do?"
Murong Liuqing said, "I don't want to do anything, just a little suspicious of you.
