Chapter 343 Crazy Young Master 4 Who is he playing?

This thought gave Zi Xi a slight jolt.

She's just getting married; could she have gotten involved in the Lu family's internal strife?

Withdrawing her hand from taking his pulse, Zi Xi quietly gazed at the sleeping man on the bed.

He looked so fragile, completely different from the cold-blooded and ruthless young master of the Lu family she had heard rumors about, and now he seemed insane and tyrannical.

"The pulse is wiry and rapid, indicating liver qi stagnation and mental distress..."

Zi Xi took a slow breath; the mixture of the bloody smell and the damp rain in the air made her mind unusually clear.

"Miss Su...is there any way to treat the young master's condition?"

Butler Li didn't understand.

"Sure, but it will take a while."

Zi Xi nodded, her voice soft yet firm, and then gave Lu Qianhan a few more acupuncture needles.

"Thank you for your trouble, Miss Su."

"Young Master... seems to be sleeping more soundly."

Butler Li's voice trembled slightly as he bowed to express his gratitude.

"Let him get a good night's sleep and don't move him for now. I'm tired and need to rest."

Zi Xi glanced at Lu Qianhan on the bed, whose brows had relaxed slightly and whose breathing had gradually become steady, and gently hummed in agreement.

"Yes, yes, we'll arrange it right away."

"Take Miss Su to... to Tingzhu Garden in the west wing to rest."

Butler Li readily agreed and summoned a clever maid.

A maid named Xiaohe respectfully led Zixi out of the room and through several corridors to a more secluded courtyard.

Compared to the new house where I only stayed for less than half an hour, this side room was much cleaner.

The interior is furnished in an antique style, but all the furniture is new, and the space is quite large.

There is a bamboo grove outside the window, and the fragrance of bamboo leaves wafts into the room.

"Ms. Su, is there anything else you need?"

After Xiaohe quickly made the bed, she asked...

"No need, you may leave."

Zi Xi gave a calm reply.

After Xiaohe left, the room became completely quiet.

Zi Xi walked to the window, pushed open the shutter, and looked at the bamboo shadows rustling in the night wind outside the window. Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, casting mottled and fragmented light spots.

It's so quiet here, all to her.

After standing for a while, she sat down at the table and opened the small wooden box inside her suitcase.

The edges of the wooden crate were worn and the latches were rusted, but the inside was surprisingly spacious.

The box was cleverly divided into several compartments of different sizes, lined with clean, dark cotton cloth.

Each compartment is neatly filled with different medicinal herbs.

There were herbs that she had dried and processed before her marriage.

There were also spices of various shapes, a small set of primitive grinding tools, a stone mortar and pestle and a copper scale, as well as a stack of neatly cut cotton cloth and silk thread.

Although there were many items, they were arranged in a neat and orderly manner, without a single thing out of place.

Her fingertips gently brushed over these familiar medicinal herbs.

These were the foundation of her livelihood, the knowledge she secretly accumulated and learned little by little while struggling to survive in the quagmire of the Su family, and her only hope to cure her mother.

She already had a vague idea of ​​Lu Qianhan's condition tonight.

Liver stagnation transforms into fire, fright and fear disturb the mind, and the spirit is not at ease.

While herbal medicine may be effective, forcibly administering it to someone who is extremely wary might provoke even stronger resistance.