Chapter 22 All the wealth is gone

"Using all the rewards to ask for a concubine?" Old Madam Lin's eyes widened, and she felt that everything was like a dream.

She originally thought that Feng'er had made such great military achievements this time, and he would definitely be able to get the title of Marquis.

Not to mention gold, silver, jewelry and the like.

The old lady had even decided that her 40th birthday in two months would be a grand celebration, the more splendid the better.

It would also let the families of officials who usually don't want to associate with their family see that now they are the ones who are out of their reach!

And now someone suddenly comes and tells her that all her wealth is gone?

Mrs. Lin only felt a black screen in front of her eyes and her legs became very weak.

Before the enthusiastic Eunuch Qi could say anything, she could no longer bear it, her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

*

Inside Prince Jin's mansion, An Yi released the carrier pigeon that had brought the message. He turned around and said respectfully, "Master, your guess is correct. The palace has already sent secret guards to keep an eye on the Lin family."

Behind the desk, Mo Jinchuan, who was holding a pen and writing big characters, responded faintly, his face abnormally pale under the candlelight.

An Yi stepped forward and asked, "Master, may I ask you to go and fetch Madam Lin?"

"No need." Mo Jinchuan refused coldly.

At this hour, she should be with her husband.

If someone were to look for her now, it would undoubtedly hand the evidence that could put her to death to the hands of the Lin family mother and son.

It only hurt for a few days, he was used to it long ago.

"But the master's legs..." An Yi listened to the rumbling thunder outside and was about to say something but stopped.

In order to help Madam Lin, the master endured the pain in his legs and went to the palace, even risking the emperor's suspicion to speak for the Yan family.

It is only right and reasonable that Mrs. Lin should be informed of such a big favor.

Mo Jinchuan raised his eyes and looked at him, his deep eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

An Yi immediately lowered his head and said respectfully, "This subordinate deserves to die."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings were instantly illuminated by a flash of lightning, and the whole room was as bright as day.

Mo Jinchuan's already pale face looked even paler than paper.

Big drops of cold sweat slid down his forehead and sank into his eyelashes. The sour feeling stimulated him and he had to close his eyes.

Amid the sound of the pouring rain, An Yi's surprised voice was particularly clear.

"Mrs. Lin?"

Mo Jinchuan suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze locked on the slender figure at the door with its back to the wind and rain.

Raising her hand to wipe the rain from her forehead, Song Yanxi curled her lips slightly, "I'm half an hour late today. I'm sorry to have kept Your Highness waiting for so long."

Mo Jinchuan pursed his lips slightly, his expression indifferent: "It's okay."

He thought she would not come today.

It is a pleasant surprise that you can come now, it doesn’t matter if you come earlier or later.

An Yi hurriedly said, "Mrs. Lin, please wait a moment. I'll go get some clean clothes."

"Thank you." Song Yanxi responded, carrying the medicine box and walking quickly to Mo Jinchuan.

When she got closer, she could see how ugly his expression was.

There was no blood on that handsome face, and big drops of cold sweat slid down the side of his face, wetting Mo Jinchuan's long hair at his temples.

Although he looked like he had been fished out of the water, he did not look embarrassed at all. Instead, he exuded a cool and noble demeanor from the inside out, making it impossible for people to feel offended.

Even though she had been looking at this face for half a month, Song Yanxi still felt that Mo Jinchuan's face was impeccable, and was simply what others called a heavenly appearance.

Without taking the time to appreciate the beautiful scenery, she quickly opened the medicine box and said without looking up, "Your Highness, please remove the hot water bottle from your legs and take off your pants."

A strange blush appeared on Mo Jinchuan's pale face, and his voice was hoarse, "Do you want to stay here?"

"Your Highness, can you still walk?" Song Yanxi took out the silver needle, glanced at the unfinished calligraphy on the table, and gently moved it away to cover it with the silver needle.

Watching her actions, the annoyance that Mo Jinchuan had felt because of what she had just said disappeared completely in an instant.

She is a doctor and just deals with the facts.

Mo Jinchuan picked up the hot water bottle stiffly, placed it on the corner of the desk, and then began to slowly lift the hem of his clothes.

Song Yanxi took a quick glance and asked, "Does it hurt? Do you need help?"

"No need." Mo Jinchuan refused decisively. The veins on his forehead jumped with anger and he quickened his movements.

Did this woman treat him as a normal man?

If you don't have this little bit of strength left, even if you are cured, you will just be a useless person.

Realizing that he had misunderstood something, Song Yanxi explained, "It's raining heavily tonight. I need to seal the several acupuncture points around the prince as soon as possible. This might help alleviate the pain."

Mo Jinchuan was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay."

The flickering candlelight in the study stretched the two people's shadows infinitely.

From afar, the two figures overlapped, like mandarin ducks hugging each other, so intimate.

In the corridor in the distance, the boy who was holding his sister in one hand and holding a hot water bottle in the other hand suddenly turned red in the face. Before his sister could say anything, he threw the hot water bottle away and covered her mouth.

Jiaojiao blinked desperately, "Woo woo!"

The boy shook his head at her and decisively dragged her back, whispering as they walked, "Let's not disturb Daddy."

When Jiaojiao heard this, her eyes widened and she glanced at the shadow coming through the window over there, as if she understood something in an instant.

She clenched her fists and secretly made up her mind.

*

"Your Highness, are you really sure that the pain today is worse than before?" Song Yanxi's eyes were filled with tension.

Looking at her expectant little face, Mo Jinchuan smiled and nodded.

When he entered the palace during the day, he noticed something unusual and took a painkiller before leaving.

But he didn't expect that the medicine that was effective in the past would lose its effect so quickly today.

Song Yanxi suppressed her excitement, turned around and squatted, carefully pinching Mo Jinchuan's legs inch by inch.

She moved too quickly, and when she turned around, her half-dry black hair scattered on her body brushed against Mo Jinchuan's nose, bringing with it a faint fragrance.

The fragrance is very light, not like the powder women use to put on makeup, nor like the osmanthus oil used for daily hair care.

It smells more like from the inside out...

Mo Jinchuan closed his eyes and forced himself to get rid of those messy thoughts.

After checking him inch by inch and confirming that he had no other sensations except pain in his leg joints, Song Yanxi suddenly didn't know what to say to him.

After all, she was too impatient.

Just when Song Yanxi was in a dilemma, Mo Jinchuan asked, "Madam, does my leg still need a medicinal bath today?"

Song Yanxi came back to her senses and nodded, "If necessary, I will prepare the medicine for you, Your Highness."

In the past half month, except for last night's absence, she came to Prince Jin's Mansion every night to give him acupuncture and medicinal baths.

She also prepared the medicinal materials needed for daily medicinal baths by herself and never asked anyone else to do it for her.

It’s not that Song Yanxi doesn’t trust the people in Prince Jin’s Mansion, but she does it herself, so she can control the dosage more accurately and make timely adjustments after observing Mo Jinchuan’s condition.

Now it seems that all the hard work these days was not in vain.

Even if there is only a slight improvement, it is a good thing for them, isn't it?

By candlelight, Mo Jinchuan looked at Song Yanxi's serious profile, and suddenly an impulse surged in his heart.

He asked, "Mrs. Lin asked for a divorce from General Lin today, but she asked to be his concubine before the Emperor. Why is that?"