You Signed the Divorce Letter, What Right Do You Have to Object to Me Marrying the Crown Prince?

The daughter of a merchant married into the general's mansion, and everyone in the capital envied Ning Yin for transforming from a sparrow into a noble phoenix. In the eyes of the world, Shen Y...

Chapter 161 Wang Shi wants Ning Yin to cure her illness

Shen Yun hurriedly shook his head and raised his hand to wipe away the tears on Wang's cheeks.

"No, Mother, don't worry. I'll go out and find a good doctor tomorrow to take a look at you."

When Wang heard Shen Yun say this, the tears in her eyes flowed even more fiercely.

They no longer had any extra money to hire a doctor. The several thousand taels that Wang had taken with her when she fled had long been spent.

She had to spend money on everything outside, and even though she was very frugal, she still had very little left.

Later, as her health gradually declined, Shen Jia also needed medication to control her mental state, and the money was spent even faster.

Thinking of this, Wang gritted her teeth in hatred. If it weren't for that heartless bastard Wang Yang emptying the General's Mansion, they wouldn't have ended up in this state.

She used to be so glamorous; her son was the current Protector-General, she herself was a first-rank noblewoman, and her daughter was a prospective Marquis's wife.

In Kyoto, which high-ranking official or nobleman wouldn't fawn over him?

How did things come to this, from such a good time to such a miserable and destitute state?

Wang sighed deeply, clutching her chest in sorrow.

"Yun'er, don't lie to your mother. I know my own body well, and I'm afraid my days are really numbered."

"Mother, don't talk nonsense. I said I'm fine, so I'm fine!"

"Cough cough cough..."

Just as Wang was about to speak, she coughed violently again. Shen Yun quickly patted her back gently, but the next second, Wang opened her palm and found a pool of dark red blood.

"Ah, this, Mother is vomiting blood, Mother is really going to die, Yun'er, Mother doesn't want to die, Mother hasn't held her grandson yet, Mother can't die."

Ultimately, she was afraid of death. Even now, she still couldn't let go of the world's pleasures, and she was filled with fear of death.

Especially when she saw the shocking bloodstains on her hands, Wang could no longer hold back and frantically grabbed Shen Yun's arm.

"Mother, I'll go fetch a doctor right away!"

"Don't go, don't go. If you go, I'm afraid I'll die. Go tomorrow. I don't want to die alone in the dark."

Just as Shen Yun was about to get up, Wang Shi tightened her grip on his arm. She glanced at Shen Jia, who was huddled in the corner talking to herself, and then said weakly, "Your sister is like this and can't take care of Mother. You mustn't leave."

She looked at Shen Yun pitifully, her lips trembling slightly, her eyes filled with terror.

Shen Yun could only hold her tightly and gently comfort her, "Mother, you'll be alright. With me here, everything will be alright."

Wang leaned against Shen Yun's chest, remaining silent for a long time as Shen Yun gently stroked her back.

Suddenly, she sat up straight, turned her head, widened her eyes, and looked at Shen Yun with hopeful eyes.

"Yun'er, Mother remembers, wasn't Ning Yin a very skilled doctor?"

Upon hearing this, Wang's eyes darted around, and she instantly regained some of her energy.

Shen Yun nodded; he was naturally aware of Ning Yin's medical skills.

The emperor's heart ailment, Xiao Xuan's strange illness, and the snow-white skin cream that swept through the harem—aren't they all thanks to his wife, A Yin?

Back then, that bitch Yang Shuhuan deliberately framed Ning Yin by bringing a dead person over, and Ning Yin was able to bring him back to life, let alone ordinary minor ailments.

As Shen Yun pondered this, a glimmer of longing appeared in his eyes.

Yes, how could he be so stupid? His own wife is the most amazing doctor in the world, how could he forget that all of a sudden?

If Ayin could treat her mother and sister, they would definitely be cured.

However, he wasn't entirely confident that he could win Ning Yin back, after all, he had made too many mistakes.

Shen Yun's expression shifted between joy and melancholy, before he sighed and remained silent.

Seeing the troubled look on Shen Yun's face, Wang couldn't help but grab his sleeve and continue speaking.

“Yun’er, why are you sighing? Go and tell Ningyin that your mother has forgiven her and is willing to let her come back and be your wife.”

"Mother, we are sorry to Ayin. I don't expect Ayin to forgive us. I just want Ayin to have a good life for the rest of her life."

Shen Yun lowered his eyes, his expression becoming increasingly conflicted. On one side was the woman he had wronged, and on the other side were his terminally ill mother and sister.

He really didn't know what to do. He didn't want to put Ning Yin in a difficult position, but he also didn't want to watch his loved one die.

"Yun'er, what are you saying? We made mistakes before, but they don't deserve to die. If it weren't for you, she would have died long ago. Now that Mother and Jia'er are so seriously ill, does she really intend to just stand by and watch us die?!"

"Is there really such a heartless woman in the world? Is the so-called benevolence of a doctor just empty talk?"

Wang glared at Shen Yun, then turned around, lifted the covers, and lay down.

Helpless, Shen Yun lowered his gaze and covered Wang Shi with the quilt.

“Yun’er, if you feel it’s difficult, then forget it. Anyway, your mother has lived to this age and is content with raising you two siblings.”

As she spoke, she turned over, turned her head to the side, and kept wiping away her tears with her hand.

Shen Yun witnessed Wang's behavior and felt a pang of pain in his heart, as if his heart was being torn apart.

The next day, Shen Yun prepared breakfast for Wang Shi and Shen Jia. After watching them finish eating, he prepared his next plan.

He absolutely had to go to the palace, for whatever reason.

"Your Majesty, it's time to take your medicine."

In the courtyard of Changxin Hall in the East Palace, Ningyin was leaning against the couch, dozing off. The dappled shadows of the trees fell on her face, adding to her tranquility and peace.

Su Xin was holding a bowl of steaming tonic, while Granny Zhang was holding a plate of dried fruit.

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