"Anesthetic?" Dr. Liu became interested.

“Yes, it’s a different kind of medicine than painkillers.” Su Jiaoniang breathed a sigh of relief: “I only know how to make it, but I don’t know where the raw materials are.”

Dr. Liu's eyes were glowing green.

Seeing Su Jiaoniang's focused and earnest gaze, he couldn't look away.

Su Jiaoniang explained how to make it.

These things are hard to know, so later generations recorded the production methods in order to control security.

Doctor Liu kept it in mind and looked at Su Jiaoniang with urgency in his eyes, wishing he could go find the herb to make the anesthetic right now.

However, it is addictive and will put a great burden on the human body.

None of these can be ignored.

He will try to reduce the side effects.

Isn't that what doctors do?

Su Jiaoniang quietly ate her hotpot, while Doctor Liu took a couple of bites and started looking for paper and pen to write things down. It was clear that the old doctor had a deep passion for medicine.

Lu Wujiu looked at Su Jiaoniang.

She already knew about his situation.

But he knew very little about her.

After finishing her hotpot, Su Jiaoniang carried the food box outside.

Lu Wujiu followed him out.

The winter wind was strong, blowing their hair around them. As the two drew close, their hair tangled in the wind.

Su Jiaoniang took a quick step, pulling her hair so hard that it hurt her scalp.

Lu Wujiu said, "Let's talk."

“What can a commoner like me have to talk to the Regent about?”

“Everything is negotiable,” Lu Wujiu said, staring at the tangled hair. He reached out, grabbed it, and slowly untangled it strand by strand.

The strands of hair were untied, but before a second had passed, they were swirled together again by the rising whirlwind.

Lu Wujiu looked at Su Jiaoniang: "Are you really not going to talk?"

"There's nothing to say." Su Jiaoniang was quite satisfied with her life as a widow and hadn't yet reached the point of looking for or longing for a man.

"I'm the child's father!" Lu Wujiu said helplessly.

Su Jiaoniang smiled and said, "The child's father is in his grave. Who are you? I don't know you."

Lu Wujiu smiled wryly: "You know everything, let's talk and clear up the misunderstanding."

"Aren't you afraid I'm a monster, or a ghost?" Su Jiaoniang retorted.

Lu Wujiu took out a dagger and cut off the dyed hair that the two of them were entangled in.

She took out a purse from her waist, put the strand of hair inside, and hung the purse back on her body: "Are you...?"

"..." Su Jiaoniang was furious. She wasn't like that at all; she was perfectly fine, a living, breathing person.

"Let's go, we need to have a serious talk." Lu Wujiu pulled Su Jiaoniang back, but Su Jiaoniang didn't move.

Lu Wujiu sighed helplessly: "Longing for you is endless, yet my longing for you is boundless..."

Su Jiaoniang's mind went blank.

She seemed to be using the excuse that the poem was written by someone the original man knew.

So, this guy!

I was wary of her at first.

Unbeknownst to Su Jiaoniang, Lu Wujiu pulled her to the cemetery. There were several freshly burned paper offerings on the graves, which she used to maintain her image as someone who admired men.

I come here to burn paper money every few days.

Now……

Those papers might really have been sent to ghosts!

“Ask away!” Lu Wujiu said.

Su Jiaoniang exhaled, her breath ruffled by the cold wind, and looked at the cold-faced man: "You're not dead, so why haven't you come back?"

"Because swords and spears are silent, and the battlefield is merciless, the situation was urgent at the time. The general arranged for me to go to the State of Qi as a spy, disguised as an inconspicuous prince." Who knew that a few years later, I would go from being inconspicuous to becoming the regent.

Lu Wujiu would never have believed such a miraculous development if it hadn't happened to him.

"Three years after three years, if no one comes to make contact, you'll become the emperor." Su Jiaoniang felt not only absurdity but also helplessness.

These kinds of things can happen.

It's true, reality is absurd.

"Why didn't you send a message home?" Su Jiaoniang reached out and touched her heart. The original owner of this body should have been waiting for him for a long time.

If she had been given something to look forward to, perhaps she wouldn't have died so helplessly.

"We received a message." They sent someone to look for them, but the Lu family said that Su Jiaoniang was dead.

He had no more worries.

Perhaps he should have verified it, but who could have predicted that the misunderstanding was caused by a lie?

At that time, the situation in Qi was urgent, and he could not go there in person. How could his subordinates suspect that his close relatives would lie?

Upon hearing the explanation, Su Jiaoniang's face showed sadness. She didn't know if the original owner would forgive her or let go of the past, since death meant the end of everything.

Whose fault is this? Blame Lu Wujiu for not sending more people to check over, blame the Lu family for being so disgusting.

During wartime, communication is inherently difficult.

"And you, how did you become like this?" Lu Wujiu asked, this question lingering in his mind for a long time.

Su Jiaoniang smiled and said, "I am a ghost."

After saying that, he walked towards his home.

She thought, "He probably won't dare to bother me anymore!"

I wonder if they'll find a monk to take her in.

However, she is not good at lying.

Her arrival was strange and chaotic to begin with.

Lu Wujiu stared at Su Jiaoniang's back, sighed softly, and followed behind her.

Who cares if she's a ghost or a demon? She's a perfectly good prince, yet she's here to suffer, not to subdue demons or catch ghosts.

The two walked back to the courtyard one after the other.

Madam Feng was so busy that she only had time to say a few words to Su Jiaoniang before she walked out.

"Has she chosen the location for the new house?" Su Jiaoniang asked Xie Shi.

Ms. Xie nodded: "It's chosen. The village chief will lead the reconstruction. The New Year is coming soon, and I'm afraid the house won't be finished before the New Year."

There's nothing we can do about it; who knew this kind of accident would happen?

Su Jiaoniang glanced at the house across the street, her gaze settling on Lu Wujiu, who had a cold expression on his face.

My dear reader, there's more to this chapter! Please click the next page to continue reading—even more exciting content awaits!