Chapter 398 Du Zhihuan is dying

Cheng Qingmeng left the city and stopped the carriage under a big poplar tree where the city gate was out of sight.

After Cheng Qingmeng and Qinghe got off, they watched the Cheng family's carriage disappear and then got on an inconspicuous carriage from the Jiang family and headed back.

"Miss, this is Du Zhihuan's carriage."

Cheng Qingmeng looked over and saw that the city guard officials respectfully let Du Zhihuan and his group pass.

"...Could it be that Du Zhihuan is going back to the Du family?"

Cheng Qingmeng frowned: "After we enter the city, let's follow her to see where she goes."

After entering the city, Du Zhihuan went to Mingyue Tower first, packed some of Song Mingzhu's favorite cakes and took them to the Song Mansion.

Cheng Qing dreamed that Du Zhihuan went in the direction of Song Mansion, so he did not continue to follow her and turned back to Jiang Mansion.

At the same time, Yang Xu stepped out of Yan's house.

"Master, please slow down." The long-time attendant Wang Yong helped Yang Xu onto the carriage, carrying a medicine box.

Yang Xu entered the carriage, which could only accommodate one person, and whispered, "Are there any suspicious people nearby?"

"I didn't detect any suspicious aura, so there shouldn't be any."

Yang Xu opened the medicine box and stuffed a sealed medicine bottle into the sleeve. "Whether there is anyone there or not, we will go through it openly."

Song Mingzhu saw that Du Zhihuan had stayed in the flower villa for two days. Not only did she not gain weight, but she looked much more energetic and even spoke in a happy tone.

"Hwan-hwan, I've missed you terribly the past two days since you were away. Don't be in such a hurry to leave. Have lunch with me and have a good nap before you go back."

"Not today. I promised to go back to the Du Mansion to have dinner with my parents. Next time when I don't have classes, I'll come to accompany you, okay?" Du Zhihuan gently shook Song Mingzhu's arm and acted coquettishly.

Song Mingzhu used to look forward to Du Zhihuan acting coquettishly in her arms and calling her mother, but for so many years this was a luxury for her.

Now that she had gotten what she wanted, she no longer had the same mood as before, and she was no longer her biological daughter.

Song Mingzhu suppressed her resentment and said, "Okay, whatever you say, go to the Du Mansion quickly and don't keep your adoptive parents waiting for too long."

"Okay, mother, I'm leaving now. You have to rest well."

Du Zhihuan brought four martial maids into the lobby on the first floor of Zhijihuanzhang. The shopkeeper hurriedly came forward, whispered something, and led Du Zhihuan upstairs.

Yunyan glanced at the diners in the lobby on the first floor and whispered to Yunyan, "You stay on the first floor and keep an eye on any suspicious people."

"good."

The shopkeeper took Du Zhihuan to the private room at the end of the corridor on the second floor, knocked on the door and pushed it open.

"Miss, Mr. Yan is already waiting inside."

"Okay, step back."

Du Zhihuan led Yunque into the private room.

Yunyan and Yunshuang were guarding the door.

Yang Xu handed her the Illusion Face Gu without any unnecessary words, picked up a pen and paper and wrote, "The Illusion Face Gu is complete, and the damage has been minimized. Once the insect is removed and recuperated for seven days, it will recover. Miss Du, do you want to implant the Illusion Face Gu now or wait a little longer?"

Du Zhihuan opened the bottle cap, took a look, then quickly closed it. She wrote on the paper, "How long will it take for the implanted Illusion Face Gu to transform into Song Yu's face?"

"Three days! Once the implant is implanted, you will fall into a coma. When you wake up on the third night, you will be able to see Song Yu's face through the bronze mirror."

Du Zhihuan wrote again: "Do I need you to implant it yourself? Can Yunque implant the Illusion Face Gu for me?"

Yang Xu nodded and wrote, "I will teach her. There is also a set of transfiguration needles. It takes three consecutive days of acupuncture to completely transform her face."

Yun Que hurried forward and watched with Du Zhihuan as Yang Xu demonstrated the Illusion Face Needle on Wang Yong.

After an unknown amount of time, Yunyan heard Du Zhihuan's anxious and sad voice coming from inside the room, "Doctor Yan, do I really only have one year to live? Can you think of a solution? I'm still so young, and I don't want to die."

"Miss Du, you have a serious illness that you were born with. If it had been discovered earlier, it would have been cured. But unfortunately, you discovered it too late. My medical skills are limited and I can only help you extend your life by one year at most. Remember not to overwork yourself and rest well. I am leaving now."

"Miss." Yunyan came in and asked with concern, "What did Doctor Yan say?"

"Wu…" Du Zhihuan lay in Yunyan's arms, sobbing softly, "What should I do? I can't be cured. My parents raised me, and I haven't fulfilled my filial duty yet."

Yunyan soothed him, "Mr. Yan, you're talking nonsense. You're blessed with good fortune and will surely live a long and healthy life. Let's look for other people. There's sure to be someone who can cure you."

At this time, Yun Que spoke up, "Miss, let's go and ask Song Yu for help. She might have a solution."

Du Zhihuan shook her head. "Don't beg her. Even if she had a way, she wouldn't do it. My biological father wanted her life."

A quarter of an hour later, Du Zhihuan calmed down, left the private room and went up to her own suite on the third floor.

Soon, lunch was delivered.

At the same time, the door of a standard room on the second floor below Du Zhihuan opened, and out came a wealthy businessman who was touching his belly, followed by a guard holding a sword.

The master and servant arrived at the lobby on the first floor, glanced at Yunyan at the door, paid the bill, and then swaggered out of Zhiji Huanzhang right under Yunyan's nose and got on the carriage diagonally opposite.

The carriage passed a street and the guard Ah Qi jumped off the carriage and left.

The wealthy businessman took off his outer brocade robe, revealing a brown shorts, and drove to the Dali Temple.

Jiang Mansion

"Cousin Meng, don't worry. It won't happen today. The Yu family is keeping an eye on us. If she makes a move, we will get the news before the Cheng family."

Cheng Qingmeng said, "I'm just not sure when I'll start to panic."

Wen Shu comforted her, "Sister, you have to trust mother. She will definitely not let anything happen to you. Also, my aunt has already arranged for people to enter the Cheng Mansion. And my uncle and my uncle's men are watching outside the Cheng Mansion. Don't even think about touching mother's hair."

Wen Nuo said, "The Cheng family is surrounded by us. The day that woman gives birth will be the day we catch her in the trap."

"Catching turtles?"

Cheng Qingmeng burst into laughter instantly, "You're right, it's like catching a turtle in a jar!"

Cheng Qingmeng looked at Song Yu, "Is there any progress on the uncle's side?"

"Not yet. I have to take care of my aunt first."

"Oh, by the way, cousin, I saw Du Zhihuan when I went into the city. I followed her all the way and she went to the Song Mansion."

Song Yu said, "Let's not talk about her. It's rare for us sisters and brothers to get together. Today I will cook delicious cakes for you."

"Great, great, I'm in for a treat again. Let's go now and I'll help you." Wen Nuo hurriedly pulled Song Yu to the small kitchen.

After lunch, Song Yu was about to send his younger cousins to take a nap when Ah Qi came rushing back.

"Miss, we've made a major discovery. Du Zhihuan has an incurable disease and only has one year left to live!"

Everyone was shocked.

Song Yu: "Is this true or not? Are you sure?"

"It's confirmed. This subordinate and Prince Mu's men heard it with our own ears in the private room on the second floor of Zhiji Huanzhang. Old Master Yan went straight to Zhiji Huanzhang when he left today. I happened to run into Prince Mu's men coming over, so we disguised ourselves and entered Zhiji Huanzhang. Old Master Yan smelled of medicine, so we went up to the second floor and located him. We then asked the shopkeeper to have a drink in the next room with him, and Du Zhihuan arrived shortly after."

Cheng Qingmeng couldn't believe it. "How could she have an incurable disease?"

In her previous life, Du Zhihuan was not only healthy, but also very prosperous!

Song Yu: "Are Nuanyu and the others still watching over there?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I understand. You go down and rest for a while."

"Cousin, you don't really believe that Du Zhihuan has an incurable disease, do you?"

Song Yu said, "It's possible that she is. To be honest, I'm worried that Du Zhihuan will harm me, so I've been secretly arranging people to monitor her whereabouts."

Jiang Shiyun said, "No wonder Du Zhihuan wants to move to Huazhuang. She's almost dying!"

"Sister." Wen Nuo said, "Will she come to ask you to see her?"

Song Yu chuckled. "I'm not a god, I'm a mortal. My ability to cure people is all due to luck. That's an incurable disease, how could I possibly have a cure? Okay, everyone go back to your rooms and take a nap."