Zhang Ruo had no parents by his side, and General Zhang was far away in Dongjiang, so he was isolated and helpless, and it was no surprise that he was killed.

Who knew that the second branch of the Zhang family had to throw the body into the mass grave in Shili Village instead of doing anything else? Zhang Ruo happened to be bumped into by Fengjiu. Tsk tsk, Zhao Laoer's move on the Zhang family was wasted.

"Come to me! I'm not only the Goddess of Fertility, but also the Matchmaker." Fengjiu immediately rubbed her hands in anticipation.

Zhao Huaizhi was speechless. So why had he been jealous of Pei Shaoxuan in the first place? It was simply foolish. Fengjiu didn't even care about that bastard.

The next morning, Fengjiu came to the ward to check on Zhang Ruo and found that he had woken up. His wounds had been treated well, and with the help of magical medicine, he recovered quickly.

"Ms. Zhang, you practice martial arts every day, right? You have good physical fitness. You were stabbed four times, but you should be able to recover in ten days or half a month." If it were an ordinary person, he would probably die before she could treat him.

"Thank you, Doctor Feng." Zhang Ruo's face was still a little pale, and he probably learned some information from Li Sanqi.

"No need to thank me, Pei Shaoxuan and I are friends." Fengjiu said, paying attention to Zhang Ruo's expression.

She was surprised at first. A friend sent someone's sister to the ancestral temple? Maybe it was really because of Pei Xiaoxiao? This Doctor Feng seemed very reliable.

But soon, Zhang Ruo's eyes dimmed, as if there was a kind of restraint in them, and he smiled bitterly, "I'm sorry to disappoint Doctor Feng. My mother was good friends with Old Madam Pei when she was alive, but I am not familiar with the young marquis.

I will repay Doctor Feng's kindness myself." She was destined to have no chance with Pei Shaoxuan in this life.

"Why do I feel like you are feeling inferior?" Once a woman is humble, she loses. How can this be acceptable?

"Aren't you and him childhood sweethearts? Don't you like him? Don't you want to marry him?"

Zhang Ruo was stunned for a moment, then his face flushed. Wouldn't it be bad to be so direct? If, "Who wouldn't like a princely pride like the young marquis? But what's the point?"

She lost so miserably and almost died. Isn't that enough?

"It's useful. I can help you as long as you want." Fengjiu was particularly positive.