Xiao Qingyin, a master physician, dies unexpectedly and transmigrates into the body of the eldest legitimate daughter of the Minister of Revenue in the Great Xi Dynasty, who was raised in the count...
"Of course I'd love to!"
Yun Shu answered without hesitation.
Yun Zhao also longed for it, but was also a little apprehensive.
"We've never done business before, so we don't know if we'll interfere with your business..."
“Everyone has a first time. I had no experience when I opened my shop in Yizhou, but I still succeeded. I believe you can do it too.”
Xiao Qingyin offered some encouragement.
"Okay, we will do our best!"
...
Xiao Qingrong has been suffering terribly for the past ten days.
She consulted every doctor in the capital, but to no avail; none of them could relieve her itching and pain.
Unable to find peace during the day or sleep at night, she rapidly lost weight, her chin becoming so sharp it looked as if it would pierce out.
But since Xiao Qingyin had moved into the Yong'an Marquis's residence, she dared not go to her door to look for her.
He could only wait for her to return, each day feeling like an eternity.
Therefore, when the maid announced, "The young lady has returned," she felt as if she had heard heavenly music.
"Quickly, help me to the Begonia Garden!"
The long wait had worn down her arrogance, and now, upon seeing Xiao Qingyin, she dared not show a trace of anger, her face filled with pleading.
"Sister, no matter how much you resent me, after all this trouble, you should be over it by now. Please, give me the antidote."
Xiao Qingyin looked surprised.
"Little sister, you've changed so much, it's scary. How could I possibly have the antidote? I don't even know what happened to you."
They actually won't admit it!
Xiao Qingrong almost gritted her teeth to pieces.
She suppressed her anger and changed her words: "Perhaps I misunderstood. Sister, your medical skills are so amazing, could you help me treat this?"
"No, I can't." Xiao Qingyin smiled slightly. "I've never seen a disease like yours before, and I don't know how to cure it."
Xiao Qingrong was so angry that she trembled all over.
"Are you determined to kill me?! I've already admitted my mistake, what more do you want from me!"
“It seems your young lady has that serious illness,” Xiao Qingyin said to the maid beside her. “Take her back quickly, it wouldn’t be good if she bit someone.”
Xiao Qingrong charged forward, brandishing a dagger, her face contorted in pain as she said, "If you don't give me the antidote, I'll kill you!"
Xiao Qingyin dodged to the side, and with a quick stretch of her right foot, she easily tripped Xiao Qingrong.
"ah!--"
Xiao Qingrong landed face down, her nose instantly fractured, and she was in excruciating pain.
The maids were stunned and hesitated for a moment before hurriedly helping her up.
"If you don't want to die, remember to stay away from me."
Xiao Qingyin gave her some advice.
He turned around and went back inside.
Chunhua and the other four maids watched this scene without moving, utterly silent.
Xiao Qingrong's maids took her back to their own courtyard and hurriedly called a doctor.
"The bridge of my nose will never be straight again; it might be a little crooked in the future."
The doctor looked at him with sympathy.
Xiao Qingrong fainted from anger.
When he woke up, the doctor had already left, and a stranger dressed as a eunuch was standing in front of his bed.
“Miss Xiao, our family was sent by the Third Princess.”
The newcomer's words quelled Xiao Qingrong's urge to scream.
Xiao Qingren, enduring the sharp pain on his face, asked, "Your Highness, is there something you need from me?"
"His Highness asked me to inform you that Eunuch Qiu has suddenly died," the visitor said calmly. "Eunuch Qiu was the one who invited Miss Xiao to the palace a few days ago."
Xiao Qingrong's pupils dilated.
It must have been Xiao Qingyin who did it.
She's taking revenge on them!
The thought of following in the footsteps of Eunuch Qiu sent chills down Xiao Qingyin's spine. Just what kind of evil spirit had she provoked!
"This is from His Highness."
The visitor handed over a wooden box and a letter.
"Her Highness also asked me to pass on a message: she wants Miss Xiao to be utterly disgraced and suffer a fate worse than death."
Xiao Qingrong accepted it blankly, and the person immediately left.
After reading the contents of the letter, Xiao Qingrong gripped the wooden box tightly, a sinister smile on her face.
"Xiao Qingyin, you brought this on yourself!"
...
The following day, after breakfast, Xiao Qingyin wrote a letter, intending to send it to her business partner in Yizhou.
Her pharmacy only sells finished medicines, not raw medicinal herbs, and requires a group of reliable pharmaceutical masters.
Before coming to Beijing, she had asked the other party to start training talent. Now that the shop and manager are in place, it's time to bring people to Beijing and start production.
Just as the letter was finished, Chunhua came to report: "Madam requests your presence in the storeroom."
"Storeroom?"
"It seems to be about the dowry."
Xiao Qingyin's heart stirred.
Could it be that Madam Yao wants to use Madam Yun's dowry to get her to treat Xiao Qingrong?
She is still staying in the Xiao family mansion for the sake of Yun's dowry. If she can get it back this time, it will save her a lot of trouble.
She put away the letter and went to the storeroom with Chunhua.
The storeroom door was open, and there was no one inside. Mama Xu, who served Yao, was waiting at the door. When she saw Xiao Qingyin, she handed her a form.
"Miss, please check first to see if everything inside is complete. Madam will be here shortly."
This is the dowry list of the Yun family. Xiao Qingyin also has one, given to her by the Han family.
She glanced at them briefly and found that the contents of the two lists were almost identical.
Only then did he step into the warehouse.
As soon as I entered, I caught a faint, almost imperceptible fragrance.
The smell was very faint; if she didn't have an exceptional sense of smell, she wouldn't have been able to detect it.
She checked her pulse, identified the drug, and a mocking smile appeared on her lips.
Some people just won't shed a tear until they see the coffin.
She continued walking inside as if nothing had happened, checking the dowry list one by one.
He took the antidote while being shielded by a screen.
About fifteen minutes later, she rubbed her forehead, looking exhausted, and her body went limp. She lay face down on a box and closed her eyes.
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