Qian Duoduo, a renowned physician from the 21st century, has transmigrated into a new life!
Her mother was an unfavored concubine in the cold palace who died during childbirth. Shortly after ...
Yun Duoduo glared at him, while Jin Jinzhi smiled and poured the fine medicinal herbs into the flowerpot behind him.
...
As darkness fell, Jin Jinzhi sat at his desk in the study of the Prince of Jibei's mansion, reading documents.
Suddenly, he felt something was amiss in the study. He looked up and saw a tiny figure standing in front of him.
I don't know what's wrong with me lately; I'm even taking so long to notice someone entering my study.
Although he was reading documents, Yun Duoduo's face kept appearing in his mind.
He paused for a moment, looking at Yun Shaomu, who was standing in front of him with a puzzled expression and an angry look on his face.
"Second Prince? You, how did you get in?"
"It's very simple!"
Jin Jinzhi understood immediately when he saw the bottle dangling in Yun Shaomu's hand. It must have been his mother, who came from Loulan, who had taught him the uses of various spices and used them to drug the guards at the door of his study.
"The most skilled guards and secret agents in the manor are all in the courtyard of Ninth Aunt's bedroom. The guards here are simply not good at martial arts."
"They're all so weak."
"It would be a piece of cake for them!"
Hearing Yun Shaomu's words, Jin Jinzhi put down the documents in his hand and curiously looked at the boy in front of him who was not much taller than his desk.
I had heard about her second nephew from Duoduo before, and I didn't expect him to be so interesting.
This cleverness is quite similar to hers when she was little.
"It's so late, why aren't you going to sleep? What are you doing here?"
Yun Shaomu did not answer Jin Jinzhi's question. In his opinion, although the man in front of him had a face that could charm all beings, he could not even take care of Ninth Aunt, so he had no right to interfere with him.
"Prince of Jibei, how come you can't even take good care of Ninth Aunt?" Yun Shaomu asked with a face full of dissatisfaction and resentment.
ah?
Is he here to interrogate me?!
Jin Jinzhi didn't speak. He kept blaming himself because Yun Duoduo was sick and poisoned.
"Go quickly to Aunt Jiu's side and keep her company!"
"Ninth Aunt is plagued by illness!"
"Prince of Jibei, you can actually still concentrate on reading?" Yun Shaomu asked incredulously.
"When you are sick and weak, you need comfort the most. When I was sick, my mother always held me in her arms!"
"Hold the patient in your arms, and they will get better!"
"Aunt Jiu got sick here with you, so you have to take responsibility for her. You have to hold her so she can get better!"
Jin Jinzhi looked at Yun Shaomu's anxious expression and knew he wasn't joking.
But why does that sound so strange?
Jin Jinzhi felt a pang of heartache whenever she thought of Yun Duoduo's pained expression and furrowed brows.
However, if he went to her bedroom and word got out, it would be bad for her reputation.
If she marries into her husband's family in the future and this matter gets out, her husband's family will definitely make things difficult for her.
"Prince of Jibei, what are you standing there for? Go to Ninth Aunt's bedroom and keep her company!"
Yun Shaomu strode up the steps, walked to his side, and pulled him down the stairs.
Jin Jinzhi was always decisive and ruthless, but when it came to dealing with Yun Duoduo, he always felt that he was too conflicted and indecisive.
Perhaps it's the fear of losing that makes them so cautious and hesitant to get close.
Jin Jinzhi was still thinking, sitting motionless at her desk.
"You'd better hurry up and go!" Yun Shaomu was so angry that his nose was practically steaming. He pulled Jin Jinzhi to his feet.
As the two struggled, something fell from the bookshelf.
"Hey, how come you have this letter here too?"
Yun Shaomu released Jin Jinzhi's hand and picked up the letter from the ground.
"It is not advisable to arrange marriages in places with heavy Yin energy, otherwise there may be bloodshed."
Yun Shaomu murmured the words on the letter.
"What is this? The letter looks just like the one in Ninth Aunt's palace, but the handwriting is really ugly! And the words look ominous too." Yun Shaomu clicked his tongue, clearly disgusted by the letter in his hand.
"Why would the Prince of Jibei keep something like this in his study?"
"This is……"
Just as Jin Jinzhi was about to explain the origin of the letter, he suddenly had a moment of doubt. He grabbed Yun Shaomu's hand: "You just said that your ninth aunt's palace also has such letters?"
"Yes, there is. I don't know what Aunt Jiu is keeping those things for. Several of them have the words worn off so much that they're illegible, and the letter paper is so thin it looks like it's about to be pierced."
Jin Jinzhi recalled that the letter was given to him by her mother, Xun Yunge. At that time, he was arranging marriages, and many daughters of wealthy families in the capital wanted to marry him.
The mother was looking for a match when one day, the Jin family received a letter from Wanfo Temple.
The letter said that the abbot of Wanfo Temple was traveling around and passed by this place. He found that the place was too yin and that it was not advisable to place too many water tanks in the house, nor was it suitable for weddings.
If the yin energy is not eliminated, there may be bloodshed.
Her mother firmly believed this and politely declined all the matchmakers who came to propose marriage, saying that General Kim was serving the country, and that matters of personal love and affection could be discussed later.
"Could it be that he is not the abbot of Wanfo Temple...?"
Jin Jinzhi found it strange at the time that the abbot of Wanfo Temple would happen to pass by his house and leave such a thing with his personal notes and pen.
He took the letter from Yun Shaomu's hand and examined it carefully. There were indeed worn areas on the letter, and the middle part was much thinner, as if the original words on the letter had been worn away and new words had been engraved on it.
The Empress Dowager frequently visited Wanfo Temple to worship Buddha, presumably to obtain many auspicious fortune slips for Duoduo.
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