After that bag of medicine was finished, Zhao Xian clearly felt much better.

After Su Wan left, he asked Wei Jingzhuo, "What medicine did your wife use? In just one hour, my chest tightness is gone, and I've stopped coughing. Jinzhi, are you sure she's not from a family of renowned doctors?"

Although everyone knows that Su Wan is the daughter of Prefect Su, the background of Prefect Su's wife is not widely known.

Looking at Su Wan's medical skills, he couldn't help but think more deeply.

Despite a barrage of questions, Wei Jingzhuo didn't tell him much about Su Wan.

He simply replied, "Grandfather, whoever she is, she is my wife. As for her medical skills, please keep that a secret."

No one knew Su Wan's abilities. Not only was she a highly skilled doctor, but she also had the ability to conjure objects out of thin air, and every single item she produced was rare in the world.

If it were just her medical skills that were known to outsiders, that would be fine, but she wasn't. He was afraid that before he could take full control, Su Wan would be targeted.

He cannot take the risk.

Zhao Xian was unaware of his thoughts, only assuming that he was worried that the people from the family of divine doctors would come looking for him and cause him unnecessary trouble.

He nodded. "I know that. It would be great if we could get some of that girl's medicine for use in the army. The army is short of everything right now, but the most scarce thing is medicine."

Even in winter, many soldiers suffered from frostbite on their hands and feet, making it difficult for them to even hold a sword.

Some of his soldiers only suffered minor injuries, and if they received timely medical treatment or had access to effective medicine, they might have been able to save their lives.

The imperial court didn't care whether they lived or died, but as soldiers who had risked their lives with him, he wanted them to survive more than anyone else.

Wei Jingzhuo was well aware of his thoughts, but the Northwest was extremely barren, and if they wanted to grow medicinal herbs, they would have to find the Minister of Agriculture in this field.

He asked Zhao Xian, "Does your maternal grandfather have any people here who are knowledgeable in agriculture?"

After getting dressed, Zhao Xian sat down opposite Wei Jingzhuo, poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and said, "Yes, but he's too young and doesn't know much about it. However, that kid has managed to grow a decent yield of grain."

It's at least a bit better than before.

Wei Jingzhuo thought of the potatoes Su Wan had planted in Linyuan Village, and immediately had someone in mind.

A pair of slender fingers tapped lightly on the table, and a cool voice asked, "What's the tone of that person?"

Zhao Xian replied, “This man grew up in the manor since he was a child. I saw that he loved farming, so I had him learn to read and write from the manor’s teacher for a few years. Later, he devoted himself to the fields. He is simple-minded, so you can use him with confidence.”

He nodded slightly, then asked about the situation of the Northwest Army before getting up to leave.

Before he left, Zhao Xian couldn't help but ask on Zhao Xiyue's behalf, "Jinzhi, are you really not going to consider your cousin?"

Although he knew Xiyue had no hope, he still wanted to ask Wei Jingzhuo.

Wei Jingzhuo understood the meaning behind his words perfectly. He didn't even stop for a moment, and simply replied coldly, "No."

Then he walked out without looking back. Zhao Xian stared at his tall figure, cold and resolute.

He knew this was his true nature, and no one could sway his thoughts.

But I couldn't help feeling a little sad after hearing his firm refusal.

Although he did not approve of Xiyue marrying Jinzhi, he was willing to try asking Jinzhi for her little wish.

If she could get his approval, Xiyue might never win Jinzhi's favor, but at least she could live a life free from worries about food and clothing.

It seems that Jinzhi doesn't want to give Xiyue any chance at all.

When he thought of Xiyue's complete devotion to Jinzhi, he was at a loss for words and could only sigh deeply.

Su Wan was led by the servants to a quiet backyard.

Before anyone even stepped into the courtyard, they heard a young girl instructing the servants to get to work.

"Tie up the swing here for me, and put a chaise lounge over there!"

"Also, hang my portrait on all the walls of this courtyard. I'm sure that when Brother Jinzhi comes here, he won't have any ideas after seeing my portrait every day."

Su Wan: "..."

Thinking about how interesting Wei Jingzhuo's unchanging expression would be when he saw this, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She moved lightly into the courtyard, where the once quiet place was now bustling with life.

A swing was set up in the courtyard, and opposite it was a portrait of a woman as tall as a person.

The woman in the portrait is playful and lovely, standing among the flowers in a pale yellow dress, laughing and chatting.

Su Wan's lips twitched; she hadn't expected anyone to actually do that.

When Zhao Xiyue saw Su Wan enter, she frowned and asked, "Why aren't you taking good care of my grandfather in the front yard? What are you doing here?"

Actually, she felt a little guilty saying that.

This was originally where Wei Jingzhuo used to live, so the people in the general's mansion naturally regarded themselves as Wei Jingzhuo's territory.

While Wei Jingzhuo was away, Zhao Xiyue seemed to treat this place as her own courtyard, forbidding anyone from stepping inside.

It seems that only in this way can her uniqueness in Wei Jingzhuo's heart be highlighted.

Zhao Xiyue was also aware of Wei Jingzhuo's taboos; he forbade anyone to approach his residence, and even more so, he forbade anyone to touch his belongings.

Seeing Su Wan come in, they naturally assumed that she had taken the wrong route.

Su Wan looked around the courtyard. Although it was small, it was exceptionally quiet. However, now that Zhao Xiyue had done this, the courtyard looked somewhat messy, like a stage set up in a quiet courtyard.

She glanced at it only, said nothing, and walked straight into her room.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Zhao Xiyue ran up to her and asked, "Hey, stop right there! Didn't you hear me just now, you little doctor?"

Because the two were standing very close, Zhao Xiyue was a full head shorter than her and looked even more petite. In Su Wan's eyes, she looked like a little sister.

The key point is that the other person also has some red pimples on their face.

The girl, who was originally very cute, looked rather unsightly because of the red pimples on her face.

“I am a doctor invited by the General, not a servant to wait on people,” she took a step back, putting some distance between herself and Zhao Xiyue. “Also, the General ordered the servants to bring me here. If you have any complaints, you can go to the General.”

Zhao Xiyue didn't believe it. "Impossible! This is where Brother Jinzhi lives. How could it be for a little doctor like you? You're lying!"

She was furious that someone had suddenly broken into the place she had always considered her own, as if her things had been stolen.

“If you don’t believe me, you can ask him,” Su Wan said, pointing to the servant who had brought her in earlier. “Come here and tell your young lady if I’ve come to the wrong place.”