Suddenly finding that thin body gone, Jiang Lin felt a moment of reluctance and a desire to take it back, but habit clearly brought him back to his senses. Realizing the absurd thought he had conjured up, Jiang Lin was enveloped in shame. He dared not think too deeply about why he had such a thought, nor did he think about why he felt such intense joy when His Majesty asked him to follow Lord Lin.

Because of his inner thoughts, Jiang Lin became unusually quiet.

Chun'er had no idea what this gentle-looking young man was thinking. She only thought that he was quite sensible, knowing to support his elders and help them.

Once Qingyin entered the mansion, she briefly introduced Jiang Lin's identity, as well as his maid and personal servant.

Boxes of precious medicinal herbs were moved into the Lin residence. Fortunately, the Lin residence was located in a remote area; otherwise, it would probably have been surrounded by people examining the items very quickly.

Jiang Lin abandoned his other thoughts and began to carefully examine the residence of this Lord Lin.

Everyone knows that Lord Lin Ruhai is honest and upright, and does not like extravagance. Although he had never met this Lord Lin, who was valued by His Majesty, today he saw that it was just as rumored. Although the Lin Mansion was spacious and bright, every part of it seemed to exude the atmosphere of the owner. The layout of the entire mansion was neat and orderly. The pavilions and towers had many unnecessary decorations removed, making them simple and clean. The scenery in the garden was only planted with the simplest tree species, some plum trees, jujube trees, and a bamboo grove that had sprouted early.

Everything perfectly matched Lord Lin's noble and virtuous character. Jiang Lin looked around with great curiosity. He wanted to learn more about this famous Lord Lin and was also interested in everything about him.

But Qingyin didn't want to look at this curious Imperial Physician Jiang anymore. He had been in the Qianqing Palace for so long and had vomited blood. Now he was feeling sleepy and just wanted to get some sleep.

Seeing how tired and weary Lord Lin looked, Imperial Physician Jiang tactfully offered to stay at the Lin residence and suggested that Lord Lin rest more.

This made Chun'er like him even more.

She thought everyone who did what was good for the adults was good, so when Qingyin asked her to pick out a courtyard house in the west wing for Imperial Physician Jiang to live in, Chun'er directly picked out the brightest one, the Green Bamboo Pavilion.

Qingzhu Pavilion is a courtyard near the bamboo forest. Through the windows of the west courtyard, one can clearly see the crisp bamboo forest in the garden. The room is also very bright, with a special literati atmosphere, which has a unique flavor.

Worried that the courtyard wouldn't meet the standards of this Imperial Physician Jiang, Chun'er was extremely polite the whole way and even carefully introduced the courtyard to Jiang Lin.

"Imperial Physician Jiang, the plaque for this Green Bamboo Pavilion was named by the Master. The Madam lived here before, but after the Miss was born, she was afraid of the shadows of bamboo and always thought they were monsters, so the Madam moved away from this courtyard. Imperial Physician Jiang, do you think this courtyard is alright?" Chun'er was telling Jiang Lin that even the Madam had lived in this courtyard, so he shouldn't look down on it.

But to those with ulterior motives, it was assumed that he had been placed in the woman's backyard. Because of this preconceived notion, Jiang Lin's ears were already burning with desire.

Although he understood the maid's meaning, being assigned to this courtyard inevitably made the usually upright and pure-hearted Imperial Physician Jiang Lin overthink things.

However, upon hearing Chun'er's words, Jiang Lin still found a point of contention and asked in confusion, "After all, Qingzhu Pavilion is a girls' academy, so what about me..."

Chun'er smiled knowingly and explained, "Physician Jiang, please rest assured, sir. You only have one wife, Madam, and Miss has been sent to the Jia family. So, Physician Jiang, please feel free to stay here. In this entire Lin family, you are the only master."

After speaking, Chun'er remembered the young lady who had been sent away and the seriously ill adult, and her original smile faded, her eyes looking sadly at the plaque hanging high up—Qingzhu Pavilion.

The ink on the three characters had faded slightly with the passage of time, but the writer's character was still clearly visible—elegant yet meticulous. Before he fell ill, he was a handsome young man skilled in horseback riding and archery, but now… Chun'er couldn't speak; her clear almond eyes quietly welled up with tears, and the corners of her eyes unconsciously reddened slightly.

Jiang Lin looked up at the plaque, knowing that the little maid was thinking of Lord Lin.

A somber atmosphere gently permeated the courtyard, caressed by the bamboo grove, carrying an air of silent melancholy.

However, Chun'er was not a little girl who would wallow in sorrow. After arranging for Physician Jiang's accommodation, she left.

The East Courtyard, Chunxi Pavilion, was also Lin Ruhai's courtyard.

Qingyin was gently wiped down by An Sheng and lay down on the bed. Overwhelmed by drowsiness and exhaustion, he quickly closed his extremely beautiful eyes. He looked like a well-preserved corpse of a beautiful woman, his breathing was frighteningly light, and his excessively pale face seemed to have lost all color, like ice crystals on a snowy peak, cold and aloof as if separated from others by a layer of mist.

An Sheng waited quietly by the side, observing the adults' condition.

At first, the children were quite frightened by the adults' behavior and would often try to check their breathing with their fingers. Later, perhaps because they had cried all their tears, they gradually got used to the adults' behavior.

Upon entering Chunxi Pavilion, Chun'er's steps unconsciously slowed and became lighter.

Entering the inner room, Chun'er was not surprised to see An Sheng quietly standing guard to the side. She gently made a hand gesture, which was the gesture she and An Sheng used to discuss going to the pharmacy to decoct the medicine. Both she and An Sheng were the adults' confidantes, and they did not trust others to decoct the medicine, so they could only stand guard by themselves.

Seeing Chun'er's gesture, An Sheng, a tall man in his early thirties, nodded gently. His movements showed no trace of a man's roughness, but rather a delicate touch.

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