As the carriage passed Chang'an Street, Jianjia and Wei San whispered a few words and left in a hurry. Wei San pulled the rope to slow down the carriage.

Yu Jiao was sitting in the car and didn't notice anything.

She was thinking about the dark and gloomy Zhaoyu in the Dali Temple, where Yu Qizhe stayed all day to interrogate prisoners. The hands that used to hold a pen now had to hold torture instruments. Was he so helpless after entering the court?

The once noble scholar has become a cruel official with blood on his hands.

Yu Jiao realized belatedly that she was heartbroken. It turned out that this was how he accumulated his increasingly calm and cold authority.

"Miss, this is what my uncle just told me to buy for you." Jianjia lifted the carriage curtain and handed Yu Jiao a paper bag, "Our uncle is very thoughtful."

Yu Jiao came to her senses and reached out to take it. When she opened it, she found it was a bag of dried fruits. She picked up a piece of dried white peach and put it in her mouth. The sour and sweet taste spread on her tongue, suppressing the discomfort in her heart. Yu Jiao curled the corners of her lips.

This is roughly the meaning of love. Even if you just frown slightly, the other person will know that you are upset and will feel sorry for you.

In the second half of the day, Yu Jiao sat in the clinic for consultation. As she was a female doctor, originally most of the patients who came to see her were women. However, Yu Jiao's prescriptions were effective and the medicines she dispensed were cheaper than those in other clinics. Many patients went back to recommend her to their neighbors. As time went by, the patients who came to see her included men, women, young and old.

When there were no patients, Yu Jiao would prepare some common pills for treating typhoid fever, colds, diarrhea, or reducing internal heat and noise. She would also explain the medical principles and pulse diagnosis to the store clerks and teach them some methods of diagnosing diseases.

Occasionally, when some terms and medical books were mentioned, Yu Jiao would become absent-minded, and her mind would flash back to many scenes of her grandfather teaching her and her senior brother in the clinic in her previous life.

But she will no longer be as sad and trapped as before.

She seemed to have really moved on from the past, although she was still filled with self-blame and guilt over the death of her senior brother Fu Chuan and could not let it go.

Outside the clinic, the setting sun fell into the layers of clouds, casting a warm yellow glow on the sea of ​​clouds. The entire alley was warm and quiet under the hazy sunset. Yu Jiao raised her head in the twilight, and she thought that tomorrow should be a good day.

Yu Jiao was half asleep and half awake at night, when she suddenly felt a rustling noise beside her. She woke up immediately, sat up the moment she opened her eyes, and touched the needle bag tied to her wrist with her five fingers.

"Did it scare you?"

Yu Qizhe's voice came from the darkness. He got down from the bed and lit the candlestick, and the room suddenly became bright.

Seeing the person in front of her clearly, Yu Jiao relaxed, released the needle bag, and asked, "Why are you back now? Have you had dinner? If not, I'll go make you a bowl of noodles."

After saying this, she glanced at the clock and found that it was already past midnight.

Yu Qizhe's eyes moved away from the needle bag on her wrist. He shook his head, sat down on the bed, and said softly, "I used it in the Dali Temple." He was afraid of disturbing Yu Jiao, so he bathed in the side room.

"Why do you need to carry this at night?" Yu Qizhe took Yu Jiao's hand and helped her take off the needle bag.

Yu Jiao said, "I forgot to take it."

Yu Qizhe lowered his eyes and placed the needle bag on the small table outside the bed. He touched the top of Yu Jiao's head and said, "Go to sleep. No matter how late it is in the future, I will come back."

After the lights were blown out, Yu Qizhe got on the bed and took Yu Jiao into his arms.

Yu Jiao lay on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, closed her eyes, and gradually fell asleep.

The next day, when Yu Jiao woke up, Yu Qizhe had already left.

During breakfast, Fei Ge'er asked hesitantly, "Sister, why haven't you seen my brother-in-law? I live in the mansion, so I should go and see my brother-in-law."

After Liu Sanniang took Meng Fei away from Changkui, she didn't know what was happening in the capital. Meng Fei only knew that his elder sister was not his biological sister, but the daughter of the second assistant.

Before her death, Liu Sanniang told Meng Fei about Yu Jiao's true life experience, asking him to use this as a handle to force his sister to take him in, but Meng Fei would never do that.

In the past two days, he learned from the servants that his elder sister had married the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple more than a month ago. Although he was young, he should know the etiquette and go to pay his respects since he lived in the mansion.

"He has been busy with official duties recently. We will see him later." Yu Jiao saw Meng Fei's uneasiness and said to him, "Your brother-in-law has always been a good person. I have already told him that we will set off to Changkui tomorrow. After the funeral is over, you will come back with me and study in the capital in the future."