After the incense offering ceremony was completed, the monks led Empress Dowager Du and a group of noblewomen on a tour of Yunhua Temple.

Inside Yuanhua Temple, there are large groves of wintersweet.

The flowers, as white as snow and as pink as peach blossoms, quietly bloom in the cold winter, like a beautiful painting in winter. Now is the best time to appreciate them.

Despite the beautiful scenery before her, Jiang Luoluo had no heart to appreciate it; she only felt that the entire land was filled with a chilling atmosphere.

Although the book only briefly mentions it, Jiang Luoluo knows that beneath this wintersweet tree lie buried corpses.

With such fertile and expensive fertilizer, the wintersweet naturally blooms exceptionally brightly.

Taking advantage of the moment when no one was looking, Lu Anrou and Yao Shiyu exchanged a glance and tacitly conveyed their understanding.

"Wow, what an adorable little bird!" Lu Anrou exclaimed. A little girl being led by a maid heard her exclamation and followed her gaze.

The little girl suddenly broke free from the maid's hand and ran towards the little bird, muttering as she ran, "Little bird, little bird, I'm coming."

However, before she could reach the bird, she heard a "thud" and the little girl fell heavily to the ground.

Her forehead struck a sharp rock, and blood gushed out immediately, leaving a bright red gash on her forehead.

The little girl cried out in agony, "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much!"

Hearing the child crying, one of the noblewomen looked anxious and rushed over, picking the little girl from the maid's arms. "Zhen'er, Zhen'er, what's wrong?"

She placed her hand on the little girl's forehead, and when she wiped it, her hand was covered in blood.

She was extremely anxious and began to plead, crying, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please save my granddaughter."

Empress Dowager Du heard the commotion and walked over.

"What happened?" she asked in a cool voice.

"Your Majesty, my grandson has fallen down!" the noblewoman exclaimed hurriedly.

Before Empress Dowager Du could speak, Lu Anrou quickly stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Your Majesty, as far as I know, Miss Jiang is most skilled in treating external injuries. I saw her here today, and this child's injury is quite serious. Perhaps we should ask her to help..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yao Shiyu hurriedly stepped forward to interrupt, "Princess Anrou, you mustn't! My cousin is always timid. She has a phobia of blood. When she sees blood, she vomits uncontrollably and has convulsions all over her body."

People gathered around and started discussing it in small groups.

"Why would Miss Jiang faint at the sight of blood? I remember that she was the one who cured the young master's lip ailment."

"What nonsense are you talking about? It was only His Highness Prince Yi who said she cured him, but none of us saw it."

"That's right. I've only ever heard of Doctor Yao in Daqi, who is skilled in medicine. Isn't Jiang Luoluo just a good-for-nothing who does nothing but follow men around all day?"

"Hey, isn't that Dr. Yao supposed to be a very skilled doctor? Why doesn't she go and treat him? It's a matter of life and death, what are you all talking about here for?"

Empress Dowager Du gave the crowd a cold look, and they all wisely shut their mouths. Now Empress Dowager Du had seen clearly that the noblewoman was the wife of the Minister of Works.

This little girl was also the apple of the two elders' eye, the first legitimate granddaughter of the Minister of Works' family.

The grandparents, who were both Ministers of Works, usually cherished this item dearly, and brought it with them specifically for their visit to Yuanhua Temple today.

Empress Dowager Du spoke coldly, "That Jiang Luoluo is probably just a pretty face. Doctor Yao, you should go and take a look at that child."

Yao Shiyu bit her lip and held out her hand, which was covered in bandages. "Your Majesty, I accidentally injured my hand a few days ago, and today I really..."

While everyone was discussing this, Jiang Luoluo had already knelt down next to the little girl and started treating her wounds.

The wound was caused by a sharp stone; it was deep and long.

Jiang Luoluo first disinfected the wound with antiseptic solution, and then sprinkled some hemostatic powder on it.

After the bleeding stopped, Jiang Luoluo rinsed the area around the wound with anesthetic. Once the anesthetic took effect, she began to suture the wound.

Someone in the crowd exclaimed, "Look, look! Miss Jiang has already started treating her wounds!"

"Miss Jiang has already started getting stitches..."

The crowd was bustling, but Jiang Luoluo was focused on treating her wounds, while Dingdang held a rattle drum to attract the children's attention.

In a short while, Jiang Luoluo stitched up the long wound and then cut off the excess stitches.

The Minister of Works' wife, whose face had been deathly pale, slowly began to warm up. However, since the injury was on her forehead and she was a little girl, it would inevitably leave a scar.

How can I get married with this scar?

When I get home tonight, I'm sure I'll face a scolding from my husband.

However, it was indeed her fault for not taking good care of her today. She was so focused on looking at the winter plum blossoms that she forgot about the child, which is why her precious granddaughter suffered so much.

Dingdang quickly put away the medicine box, and Jiang Luoluo handed two bottles of ointment to the woman, gently instructing her, "This one is for promoting tissue regeneration and reducing inflammation. Apply it three times a day, and you won't need to apply it anymore once the scab falls off."

This bottle is for scar removal. Apply it once every night before bed, and continue applying it until the scars are completely gone.

The woman listened attentively, took the medicine bottle from Jiang Luoluo's hand, while the little girl in her arms had already fallen into a deep sleep.

The woman's face, which had warmed up, now beamed with joy. She thanked him earnestly, "Thank you, Miss Jiang. I don't know what I would have done today if it weren't for you."

Jiang Luoluo's legs were numb, but Dingdang helped her stand up slowly. She smiled faintly and said, "Madam, it's nothing, don't be so polite!"

On the other side, Yao Shiyu's face was deathly pale. Why, why? Jiang Luoluo clearly faints at the sight of blood, Jiang Luoluo clearly doesn't know medicine, how could she have done it just now?

Lu Anrou was now filled with regret. How could she have believed Yao Shiyu's nonsense? She had originally planned to find an old monk in a temple to sleep with Jiang Luoluo.

Would Xie Yizhi still want a woman who has lost her virginity? Would the Great Qi royal family still accept her?

But Yao Shiyu, that idiot, insisted that the plan was very risky. Jiang Yuelan used this plan to secretly harm Jiang Luoluo, and then she was discovered and confined to Yuanhua Temple.

Now look what happened! Yao Shiyu's terrible idea has only made Jiang Luoluo the center of attention again.

At this moment, Lu Anrou was so angry she wanted to slap Yao Shiyu a few times. If it weren't for the fact that there were many people around, she would have slapped Yao Shiyu on the spot.

On the other side, Jiang Luoluo used a white handkerchief to wipe the pale yellow oil stains on the pebble path under the plum blossom tree.

She handed the handkerchief to the wife of the Minister of Works, saying, "Madam, please take a look. Your granddaughter's sudden fall may be related to this."