Chapter 22 Rescue

"Kick the door, something doesn't feel right."

As soon as Cheng Weiyao finished speaking, Wen Chengyun had already violently opened the door, and both of them looked at the bed.

"It looks like it's burned. I'll take care of it here first. My husband will discuss it with the official and leave later."

Cheng Weiyao's eyebrows frowned slightly, and she immediately had an idea in her mind.

What is coming will eventually come, it’s just a matter of time. It’s much better to fall ill in an inn than in the wilderness.

Her spiritual sense moved slightly and she took out a gold-inlaid bracelet from the warehouse in the space, pretending that it had been taken off her wrist, and gently put it into Wen Chengyun's hand.

"lady?"

Wen Chengyun frowned slightly. All the arrangements along the way were made possible by Cheng Weiyao's financial and labor. In order to pretend to be poor, he did not show off his wealth at all.

It would be fine if they were just small items, but most of the items on his body were his favorite things, and he felt a little guilty about it.

"It is a blessing for a little possession to be able to delay for a moment and save someone's life. Husband, go quickly."

Cheng Weiyao smiled indifferently, but her thoughts drifted to the supplies Li Yi sent last night, which seemed to contain medicine for treating fever.

Cheng Weiyao reached out and touched the imperial concubine's forehead, then opened the tightly closed doors and windows in the room to ventilate. It seemed that Li Yi's peeping scared everyone, so they kept their doors closed tightly when they slept at night.

"What are you doing? Mother is sick, she should cover herself up and sweat."

Wen Liyu had obviously heard the news from Wen Chengyun. She hurried over and wanted to stop Cheng Weiyao when she saw her opening the window.

"Do you know why a high fever can easily kill people? It's pedantic. Sweating isn't a panacea. It's like me saying mushrooms are edible. Do you believe me or not?"

Cheng Weiyao explained a few words somewhat helplessly, but her hands were not slow at all. She wrung out the wet handkerchief and placed it on the imperial concubine's forehead.

Physical cooling combined with drug treatment can definitely cure the problem in half a day. After all, the gold-inlaid bracelet can't last too long.

Wen Liyu stopped talking. After all, Cheng Weiyao's words were often inexplicably believable. Moreover, she saw that her mother's red face on the bed had improved slightly.

"Is there anything I can do to help? Just let me know."

"Yes, the supplies that Lord Li sent yesterday included pungent and cool diaphoretic herbs, such as Bupleurum, Cimicifuga, and Peppermint. It was written on the oil paper that wrapped them: 'Boil a batch and send it to me.'"

Cheng Weiyao couldn't help but look at Wen Liyu with admiration. Although this sister-in-law was spoiled, she was very filial.

"If you don't know how to start or control a fire, ask the innkeepers for help."

The door was opened by Wen Liyu. Cheng Weiyao suddenly remembered something and added that she didn't want the kitchen to be burned down by her sister-in-law.

"You don't know how to light a fire!"

Wen Liyu left angrily after being told about her embarrassment.

The combination of the decoction and cold drink cooling method and the medicine quickly brought down the imperial concubine's high fever, and she gradually regained consciousness. When she woke up, Cheng Weiyao was just about to change her handkerchief.

"Thanks……"

A weak voice came out from the hoarse throat. Although the imperial concubine was delirious due to the fever, she vaguely heard some conversations and knew that it was her daughter-in-law who saved her.

"Mother, you're too polite. We're family, so we shouldn't have different opinions. Have a drink of water and rest for a while. We have to travel later, so I'll be leaving first."

Cheng Wei Yao poured a cup of warm water and handed it to the imperial concubine, then closed the door and left the room. When she passed the corridor, she glanced at the sky outside the window and felt a little worried.

As soon as he went downstairs, Wen Chengming, who was sitting in the lobby of the inn, ran over and looked at Cheng Weiyao eagerly, asking, "Sister-in-law, is mother feeling better?"

"Much better now. He's awake now. He should be able to go back on the road normally after some rest, but he'll need someone to support him."

Cheng Weiyao touched Wen Chengming's little head and replied with a smile. Her eyes fell on Wen Liyu's new clothes.

Making a fire to boil medicine was a big challenge for a lady like Wen Liyu. The medicine was boiled, but the clothes were ruined and turned black, so they could no longer be used.

"Why? Doesn't it look good? This is a new dress I made. You and I are about the same height, and I still have some new, untouched ones. You can pick whatever you want. Since you saved your mother..."

Seeing Cheng Weiyao's gaze on her, Wen Liyu raised her chin proudly and generously promised a benefit.

Her clothes are rarely seen among the common people and are worth a fortune. Now she is on the road of exile and has fewer and fewer clothes to wear. Cheng Weiyao should be secretly happy if someone is willing to share.

"I don't care about these. You can keep them if you like."

Cheng Weiyao rubbed her temples and laughed in silence.

She appreciated her sister-in-law's kindness, but not being used to the clothes was just an excuse; the real reason was that it was inconvenient.

She glanced at the people in the hall. Although they were exiled, they basically still maintained the clothing and attire they wore when they were rich and powerful. It looked good, but it was not practical.

"I see everyone's clothes aren't very comfortable. Getting them caught in a ditch or torn on the road is a minor issue. Tripping or bumping into something is a serious problem..."

Cheng Weiyao carefully considered her words and was about to suggest that everyone change into a simpler outfit, but as soon as she finished speaking, she received a lot of opposition.

"When you're out and about, don't be disrespectful. Wearing coarse linen clothes is beneath your dignity. Never say that again!"

"Although we are exiles, we must live one day without disrespect. Our heads may be cut off, our blood may be shed, but our clothes must be kept straight..."

Amidst the constant opposition, Cheng Weiyao had no choice but to give up. According to the ancients' way of thinking, being rude was sometimes more terrifying than losing one's life. They would rather be killed than be rude...

Not only is her thinking rigid, but she is also quite paranoid about her clothing aesthetics. Cheng Weiyao feels a little depressed.

"What are you yelling about? You've all rested enough, right? Get ready to go! And everyone upstairs, call them down!"

Wang Gang brought the officials in from outside the inn. They all looked well-fed and had toothpicks in their mouths.

It just so happened that the imperial concubine had also had a good rest, and the group lined up and set out from the inn again towards the next resting place.

Cheng Wei Yao pursed her lips as she looked at the somewhat gloomy sky, and when she lowered her head, she began to pay attention to whether there were any useful supplies on the road.

Although he was not sure, it was always better to be prepared. With this in mind, Cheng Weiyao used his spiritual sense to collect a lot of materials, while he also did some self-help to cover up.

"What are you looking at? What are you collecting these flowers and plants for?"

Among the female members of the family, Wen Liyu was the closest to Cheng Weiyao. Her behavior in the past few times had made her learn her lesson, and she knew that good things would definitely come of hanging out with Cheng Weiyao.

So the moment she noticed Cheng Weiyao's abnormal behavior, she quietly moved over.