After receiving Fang Qingyue's instructions, the few people simply put down the medicine and left.

The old doctor collected the herbs silently without saying a word.

Only after he had put all the herbs into the room specifically for them did he come over, pick up the porcelain jars on the wooden table, open one at random, and put it to his nose to smell it.

There was a very pleasant medicinal smell in the porcelain jar, with a light fragrance.

The old doctor put down the porcelain jar and said, "The herbs in here are worth a fortune. Not everyone can afford them. Did the King of Jian'an give them to you?"

Fang Qingyue gently smoothed the messy hair around her ears and nodded.

"The other party is of noble status and is not someone that common people like us can afford to offend." The old doctor sighed deeply, with a hint of sadness on his face.

Fang Qingyue's hand suddenly stopped.

She actually knew very well that with Shen Yuhan's status and position, he would definitely not be interested in her, the daughter of a criminal.

Now he was willing to let her be his concubine, but it was only because he had taken her body and caused her to be broken off from engagement, so he reluctantly gave her a status that was not really a formal one.

Since she has become a concubine, there is no possibility for her to marry Shen Yuhan in this life.

The reason why she wanted to stay with Shen Yuhan was to clear her father's grievances.

Once this matter was settled, she planned to leave this place and find a place with better feng shui to spend the rest of her life.

The old doctor thought for a little too long and still thought that Fang Qingyue was deeply in love with Shen Yuhan.

After all, King Jian'an, judging from his appearance and character, is one of the best in the capital.

It wouldn't be surprising even if Fang Qingyue had a secret crush on him.

"you……"

"I know." She looked up at the old doctor, her beautiful eyes filled with gratitude. "I did this because I needed his help."

The old doctor patted his shoulders gently, and his waist seemed to bend a lot.

After a long pause, he finally said in a hoarse voice, "Apply the medicine to your ankle first. It will be healed in less than three days. Be careful when you walk in the future. If you injure your ankle again, it will leave a root of the disease and be very bad."

"Thank you, Master." Fang Qingyue smiled faintly and said, "My legs and feet have been inconvenient these days, so I may have to stay in the pharmacy for a few days. Sorry to bother you, Master."

"It's nothing to bother you." The old doctor waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "I can teach you a few prescriptions."

At night, Fang Qingyue returned to the room and lifted up her trouser legs, revealing her ankles.

The originally fair and slender ankle had already become swollen and red.

She frowned slightly, reached out to take the small porcelain jar on the table, poured out the ointment, rubbed it gently, and then applied it on her ankle.

The aroma of herbs floated in the air, easing the pain that had been there.

Fang Qingyue hugged her knees, slightly absent-minded.

She still remembered that in her previous life, Shen Yuhan had never married or taken a concubine until her death. This was also the biggest reason why she set her sights on Shen Yuhan after her rebirth.

But this also means that apart from being an unwelcome mistress, there will be no intersection between her and Shen Yuhan.

So, she didn't intend to sit idly by.

She planned to take advantage of this opportunity to save more money.

If she wanted to move somewhere else, she would have to spend a lot of money just to rent a yard. Now she had nothing in her hands and it was difficult for her to move forward.

After the ointment on her ankle was almost absorbed, Fang Qingyue lay on the bed, looking at the moonlight outside the window.

The moonlight shone on her fair cheeks, making her look clean and clear.

In such beautiful moonlight, Fang Qingyue fell into a deep sleep.

At the same time, in the Marquis' Mansion, Shen Qiu Nian couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

Today, after he handed Fang Qingyue to the man in black, he was worried about being discovered, so he left from the back mountain.

But until now, the man in black has not returned.

He had picked up the man in black from a human trafficker on the border a few years ago and he had always been loyal.

According to past habits, he would come back immediately after completing Shen Qiu Nian's orders.

How could there be no sound?

Chen Qiu Nian turned over and sat up in bed. Just as he was about to send someone to the mountain to investigate, he heard a noise coming from outside the window.

He was suddenly startled and the man had already flipped out of the window.

Song Xiaoya was wearing a goose yellow dress and her face looked extremely ugly.

There was a wound on her shoulder, running from her left shoulder to her collarbone, with flesh turned outward and black blood oozing from inside.

The remaining blood dripped everywhere, staining her goose yellow clothes black and red.

She went to Shen Yuhan's house today, originally intending to put the fabricated evidence of Shen Yuhan's collusion with Rongdi in Shen Yuhan's house, and by the way, look for a map of the capital.

Unexpectedly, he was discovered as soon as he arrived outside Shen Yuhan's study.

She fled all the way out of the city, and Shen Yuhan chased her all the way out of the city, and even injured her.

The hidden weapon was poisoned, and although it would not kill her, she became increasingly weaker as she fled.

but……

Song Xiaoya narrowed her eyes, and a cloud of gloom appeared in her eyes.

Fortunately, Fang Qingyue's shouting attracted Shen Yuhan's attention, otherwise she might have been discovered by Shen Yuhan.

Chen Qiu Nian climbed out of the window and happened to meet Song Xiaoya.

Seeing the wound on Song Xiaoya's collarbone, his eyes narrowed.

The long sword in his hand pointed directly at Song Xiaoya's throat: "How did you get this wound?"

When Song Xiaoya saw Chen Qiu Nian, she breathed a sigh of relief, and her whole body seemed to be drained away, and she fell gently to the ground.

She lowered her eyes, looking extremely weak, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of her pale lips: "It's just a minor injury, my lord, don't worry about it."

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