In her previous life, Yun Zhao was deceived by the fake young mistress. Her biological father, along with his entire household of ill, disabled women and children, was exiled and died tragically in...
Chapter 157 The Little Divine Doctor's Great Righteousness!
"So, the Yuan residence is hiding someone? Are you going to rescue them, or are you planning to assassinate Yuan Shijie?"
Upon hearing this, the tall, thin man stared at him in astonishment.
"Isn't Yuan Shijie in An County?"
Upon hearing this, Wei Mingde knew that he knew nothing about An County.
"So you went to the Yuan residence to rescue someone, and were then chased by the Yuan family?"
Seeing the change in the tall, thin man's expression, Wei Mingde understood without waiting for his reply.
Yun Zhao quickly bandaged his wound, and seeing that he wouldn't say anything, she simply pierced him unconscious with a needle.
"Zhaozhao, what exactly happened at the Yuan residence?"
Wei Mingde asked.
Yun Zhao told him the general outline, but concealed the fact that she had emptied the Yuan residence.
Then he took out the wooden box.
"Was this box taken from the hidden compartment in the Yuan family's study?"
Wei Mingde took the wooden box and examined it with some curiosity.
"Yes, it's hidden behind a super, super big vase. Brother Jingchen told me to hide it!"
Yun Zhao pretended to know nothing, but then picked on Wei Jingchen.
Upon hearing this, Wei Mingde immediately opened the wooden box.
Inside the wooden box were some letters!
Yun Zhao's eyes darted around, and he feigned surprise, saying, "Oh, could it be a letter to the Fifth Imperial Uncle?"
If they could obtain their correspondence, they would have another piece of evidence to accuse the Fifth Prince!
Wei Mingde opened the letter and was surprised to find that it was a letter between the Yuan family and the General's Mansion!
But upon further reflection, he understood.
If the silver and letter were sent directly to the Fifth Prince, and the matter were exposed, the evidence would point directly to the Fifth Prince.
But it's different if the General's Mansion takes over. The General's Mansion insists that it has nothing to do with the Fifth Prince, so who dares to testify against him?
What is the meaning behind this building?
Xu Yifei noticed that the letter repeatedly mentioned the word "louli" (meaning "inside the building"), which was quite cryptic.
"It should be related to silver, but I don't know what makes money."
"Such an unethical business practice, yet it made Yuan Shuchang so careful in hiding the correspondence."
"Let's put them away for now. If Lord Ding is still alive when we get to Jiangnan, we might be able to give these letters to him."
Wei Mingyu suggested.
Yun Zhao quickly folded the letter on the table: "Then Zhao Zhao will keep it safe!"
Wei Mingde folded the letter in his hand and placed it in Yun Zhao's hand.
"Alright, Zhaozhao, Uncle Wei will have your aunt sew you an oilcloth bag later."
Pack it in an oilcloth bag and keep it safe. Don't let anyone else know.
These letters are in your hands. If your brother Jingchen and I are no longer here...
Don't give it to anyone except Lord Yang and Lord Ding, understand?
Wei Mingde repeatedly instructed Yun Zhao.
"Brother, this letter is so important..."
Wei Mingyu was a little worried. Wasn't it too unreliable to entrust such an important thing to a child?
"It's because Zhaozhao is a child that they wouldn't think something would be on a child."
And Zhao Zhao isn't an ordinary child, right, Zhao Zhao?
Wei Mingde smiled and pinched Yun Zhao's little face.
Yun Zhao nodded solemnly: "Yes! Zhao Zhao is no ordinary child!"
After putting things away, it gradually got light.
When Wei Jingchen returned from dealing with the blood-stained clothes outside, he smelled the scent of mugwort filling the room.
He immediately understood that this was used to mask the smell of blood.
Did the room next door burn down?
A group of people burning mugwort in only one room—it really seemed like they were trying to cover it up.
"Don't worry, I've already had them light some mugwort too."
After saying that, Wei Mingde told him about the tall, thin man and the letter.
Wei Jingchen nodded in agreement.
"Father is right, it's most suitable for Zhaozhao to keep it. What I'm worried about now is..."
Yuan Shuchang kept many dogs at his residence. Although we cleaned up the traces,
But a dog's nose is really sharp; it might still find its way back. We need to find a place to hide it.
Given Luo Qing's personality, even if he wouldn't push them out, he wouldn't leave such a menace behind.
But this person has other uses for them.
Just then, the tall, thin man slowly woke up and heard him say "hide".
He propped himself up and sat up; the gold needles in his legs had been removed.
The injury to his leg made him turn pale with pain.
"We met by chance, and you all saved me. I am extremely grateful."
I really can't cause you any more trouble, so I'll leave now!
Yun Zhao quickly stepped forward and pressed the person back down.
"No, no, Master said that saving a life... well, anyway, it's a doctor's duty to save lives."
Since we're destined to meet, let's see this through to the end, and as for sending the Buddha... well, we can't give up halfway!
Yun Zhao pretended not to understand, which made the tall, thin man feel sad.
A child who can't even fully express himself can be so righteous.
"Young divine physician, your medical skills are superb; you saved my life. I am truly grateful. My name is Yuan Qinghuai."
If I am fortunate enough to survive this ordeal and complete my mission, I will certainly serve the young healer with utmost loyalty! Farewell!
Yuan Qinghuai clasped his hands in a fist salute to her and prepared to leave.
Yun Zhao took out a golden needle and said fiercely, "If you don't behave, I'll knock you out!"
Yuan Qinghuai, having witnessed Yun Zhao's acupuncture skills, was immediately stunned.
He looked at the others present and said with some difficulty, "Why would you risk your lives for a stranger?"
Wei Jingchen stood behind Yun Zhao, blocking Yuan Qinghuai's path.
"Your surname is Yuan, so you're from the Yuan family?"
Yuan Qinghuai lowered his head, looking somewhat embarrassed.
"Although I bear my father's surname, I would rather not have the surname Yuan, so that I have nothing to do with these beasts!"
"Whether we save you or not, it won't affect what Yuan Shuchang does to us, even if we offend the Yuan family."
It's better to talk things out openly so we can figure out what to do next.
Only then can we escape Yuan Shuchang's persecution together, and even bring Yuan Shuchang to justice!
Wei Mingde advised.
Yuan Qinghuai looked around at everyone in the room and remained silent for a long time.
"The Yuan family was originally just merchants, running businesses in Qingliu Lane."
The most famous restaurant in Jiangnan, Liuxianlou, was originally owned by the Yuan family.
The Yuan family only took in some homeless and pitiful women, all of whom were geishas who sold their art but not their bodies.
Later, business became increasingly difficult, and some members of the clan passed the imperial examinations and achieved official rank.
He somehow found a powerful patron and rose rapidly through the ranks.
Fearing it would affect his career, the clan planned to close the Liuxian Tower.
But that day, he suddenly returned to Jiangnan, saying he had taken up the post of Prefect of Xuyang Prefecture.
Because money was needed to smooth things over, the clan elders decided to entrust the Liuxian Tower to him.
Business was booming, while our family business was gradually declining.
Having said all that, Wei Mingde and the others understood.
The Yuan Qinghuai standing before me is a descendant of the Yuan family.
The prefect who rose rapidly in rank was Yuan Shuchang.
Officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty were forbidden from patronizing prostitutes, but this prefect had gone and started running his own brothel!
Wei Mingde found it utterly absurd!
"Are you resentful that he stole your family's business?"
Xu Yifei subconsciously asked a question in return.
Little did they know, this angered Yuan Qinghuai.
"fart!"