After Being Expelled from the Manor, She Returned with Her Child and Astonished the Capital

Jiang Shuyue woke up from a beautiful dream, only to find that she had transmigrated into the unfavored legitimate daughter of a minister's manor.

Although the original owner possessed ou...

Chapter 37 Prioritize Your Master

Xiang Song rolled his eyes at him, patted the horse's back, and led the way to the front of the carriage. He was tired and didn't want to talk to an idiot.

Who is our master? Why would he need this fool to serve his wife?

Xiang Yang looked at Xiang Song's retreating figure and scratched the back of his head in confusion: "Did I say something wrong again? Of course, the best things should be given to the master first, right?"

Inside the carriage.

Nangong Zeyue placed the medicine box on her lap and looked at Jiang Shuyue sitting opposite her, saying, "I've also heard the rumors about the eldest son of the Prince's Mansion. Notices are often posted in the Prince's Mansion, but not a single doctor in Laiyang City dares to take them down."

"You mean his illness might be very serious?" Jiang Shuyue said dismissively.

"If we remove the 'maybe,' and even the Prince's mansion couldn't find a doctor despite offering a fortune, could it be an ordinary illness?"

When the topic of a hefty reward came up, Jiang Shuyue's eyes crinkled with a smile.

She's made a good living these past few days; the silver the prince gave her today is enough to open another shop.

If she can cure the eldest son of the royal family's illness, the reward money she receives will be enough for her to do many things.

Seeing Jiang Shuyue's composed expression, Nangong Zeyue asked, "Are you confident?"

"I'm 90% sure that posting notices isn't something that happened overnight. It's probably a chronic illness that won't kill you, but we'll have to see the patient to draw a conclusion."

Before Jiang Shuyue could finish speaking, the carriage lurched, and Nangong Zeyue quickly reached out to help her.

"The girl has arrived," Xiang Song called from outside.

Just then, the sound of rapid hoofbeats rang out.

Jiang Shuyue lifted the carriage curtain and got out.

Looking up in the direction of the sound of hooves, I saw the backs of several men riding away. The man in the lead had his black hair tied up high, and his dark cloak fluttered behind him, looking very imposing.