Chapter 79 Living Bodhisattva

Wei sat in the carriage and watched from afar as the man in the felt hat and the three men he had recruited to cause trouble were taken away by the yamen runners. She was so angry that she broke a nail.

"Useless! It didn't work out again!"

Not only did he fail to accomplish his goal, he also got himself into trouble.

He is her companion!

She panicked for a moment and then calmed down.

Even if the authorities knew that this man was her concubine, what could he do? His whole family was in her care, so he wouldn't dare to give her up. As long as he admitted his crime, the authorities wouldn't be able to find her.

As for the Ji family, what if they guessed that she did it? Without anyone to testify against her, they couldn't do anything to her.

They already had a grudge against each other, so this one wouldn't be the only one to cause any trouble.

After calming down, she told the driver, "Go back home."

If she fails this time, there will be next time. She will eventually destroy the Ji family.

The carriage was halfway there when it suddenly overturned.

She was caught off guard and fell against the wall of the car, being hit by the coffee table.

Almost disfigured.

After the maid helped her out of the carriage, she roared at the driver: "How are you driving the carriage! You actually drove it over!"

The driver said weakly, "Madam, there is a pothole on the road, blocked by the snow, I didn't notice it..."

"Hurry up and support the car!"

“Yes, yes!”

The driver asked two passers-by for help and finally lifted the heavy carriage.

The maid put the items in the car one by one. Wei stood in the snow for a while and felt extremely cold. As soon as she got in the car, she asked the maid to boil water and make tea.

The tea tasted sweeter than before, but she didn't think much of it, thinking it was because there were more tea stems in this handful.

Unexpectedly, not long after drinking it, I felt a stomach cramp.

She clutched her stomach and urged the driver, "Faster! Faster!"

The driver whipped the rickshaw furiously, but it was too late - she pulled away just as they reached the mansion gate.

But she didn't care about her face. After changing to a sedan chair and returning to the courtyard, she went straight to the dressing room and sat on the toilet for another quarter of an hour.

I don't even have the strength to get up.

After finally putting on my pants and coming out, my stomach started to cramp again.

After taking her pulse and asking about her daily life and diet, the court doctor said that she might have caught a cold and prescribed a prescription to nourish her spleen and stomach, and to replenish her qi and restore her pulse.

She drank it and continued to poop.

It’s the same if you change to another doctor.

He defecated endlessly for two days and died on the toilet.

Before she died, her mind became clear for a short while and she remembered the cup of tea.

"That cup of tea is poisonous!"

Unfortunately, I realized it too late and it’s too late to pursue the matter.

His son had died long ago, and his in-laws had also fallen. Rongchang Hou was indifferent to his daughter-in-law's death. He only said to his third daughter: "The outer city is dirty and messy. You'd better not go there in person to distribute porridge, so as not to follow in your eldest sister-in-law's footsteps."

Han Ruixiang shook her head.

"Our mansion has gained a bad reputation because of the Yuehu skeleton incident. Now the wealthy and powerful avoid us, and the common people despise us. If this continues, we will have no place to stay in the capital. Disaster relief is a good opportunity to clear our name, so we should do our best."

The Marquis of Rongchang was very pleased.

This daughter used to bury herself in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and ignored worldly affairs. But now, for the sake of her family's reputation, she is willing to humble herself and take risks to provide disaster relief. She has really made great progress.

"If you and your brothers were as capable as you, Dad wouldn't have to worry about not getting the title of Marquis back in the future."

Han Ruixiang just smiled and said nothing.

The title of marquis meant nothing to her; she was after something bigger.

However, things are accomplished through secrecy and ruined through disclosure. I'd better not tell my father before it's done, so as not to ruin the master's plan.

Not only Marquis Rongchang looked at Han Ruixiang with admiration, but Feng Qingsui did too.

The eldest sister-in-law died. Even if Han Ruixiang, the younger sister-in-law, did not have to assist in organizing the funeral and receiving relatives and friends who came to pay their respects, she should still mourn and keep vigil in the house.

But they didn't.

As usual, he appeared at the porridge stall of Rongchang Marquis Mansion and meticulously provided porridge to the victims.

There was even a tear-jerking scene.

When a woman with a sorrowful face came to receive porridge, Han Ruixiang comforted her: "Everything will pass, and everything will get better. Don't be depressed, your good days are still ahead."

The woman wailed loudly: "My son was crushed to death by the snow. How can I live a good life anymore?"

Han Ruixiang opened his arms and hugged the woman.

The woman froze.

The other victims were calm.

The young lady of the Marquis's family actually disregarded her social status and hugged a poor woman with disheveled hair and patched clothes?

Are they dreaming?

Han Ruixiang said: "Death is not the end, but a new reincarnation. We cannot change cause and effect, but we can accumulate good karma to help the deceased escape suffering and attain happiness and rebirth in the Pure Land."

"If you really can't let him go, I can draw a portrait of him for you, and let the portrait accompany you in his place."

The woman burst into tears.

"Really? You can draw him for me?"

"Yes."

Han Ruixiang actually drew a portrait of her son based on the woman's description on the spot.

Other disaster victims who had lost their loved ones came to ask for paintings after hearing the news.

Han Ruixiang never refused anyone who came to her, and painted from day to night, even without eating or drinking, to help these people fulfill their wishes.

The disaster victims respectfully called her "Living Bodhisattva."

And spread her deeds throughout the streets and alleys.

The next day, the number of people who came to the porridge stall at Rongchang Marquis's Mansion to get porridge was ten times that of the previous few days.

All the disaster victims wanted to see the beauty of this living Bodhisattva.

After paying their respects, they are always moved by her focused posture in painting the deceased and her compassionate eyes.

Feng Qingsui watched the scene coldly.

She did not forget that when she visited Taihe Garden, she saw Han Ruixiang going to Anguo Temple to see the prince from the White Pagoda.

A person who never believed in Buddhism suddenly became very Buddhist and acted like a "living Bodhisattva". She didn't believe that there was no trick involved.

The prince was trapped in Anguo Temple, and if he wanted to cause trouble, he could only rely on others.

Han Ruixiang might be this hand.

So when the He family's cousin came over to join in the fun and exclaimed, "Miss Han San is indeed worthy of being the most noble lady in the capital," she smiled and said, "If you want to be seen, you naturally have to stand high up."

A hint of deep thought flashed across He's cousin's eyes.

The next day, a touching scene also took place at the porridge stall of the Changning Earl's Mansion, which was also the porridge stall of He's cousin.

Cousin He personally cleaned the face, fed tea and porridge to a disabled old lady who lost all her relatives in the snow disaster, and invited monks and nuns to chant sutras and recite Buddhist scriptures for her relatives.

She also told other disaster victims that if any family needed a ritual, they could come to her, and she would cover all the money for the monks and nuns' donations.

The disaster victims now have another "living Buddha" in their mouths.

Seeing this, the other noble ladies began to follow suit, as if their Ren and Du meridians were opened.

So today, a noble lady will personally wipe the faces of children in the disaster area and deliver homemade snacks; tomorrow, a noble lady will lead a doctor to the porridge stall, taking the pulses and delivering medicine to all the disaster victims; the day after tomorrow, a noble lady will lead craftsmen to design blueprints for new houses for the disaster victims...

When Ji Changqing came to the outer city to inspect the disaster relief situation, he was surprised to see the various disaster relief efforts that could be called a talent show competition.

“I didn’t expect them to be so concerned about disaster relief.”

He sighed sincerely.

Feng Qingsui was calm and composed: "It's just internal circulation."

Ji Changqing: “???”

"No matter what, the rich and powerful get face, and the victims benefit."

What he didn't know was that Han Ruixiang was so fragrant that she was going crazy.