The next day, when Jiang Shuyue saw Aunt Meng again, she was immediately struck by her beauty.
Today, her hair is adorned not with just a peach wood hairpin, but with a gilded magpie hair ornament.
Yesterday she was dressed in a blue robe, but today she is wearing a lake-colored wide-sleeved long dress, with a crimson cloud-patterned jacket over it.
Her skin was already very fair, and the light red dress made her complexion look even better.
When Cui Yudie went to pay her respects early in the morning, she saw Jiang Shuyue and Qiuju there as well. After exchanging greetings, she noticed that her aunt's attire had changed.
Cui Yudie couldn't help but praise, "Auntie looks so good today. It seems that Sister Jiang's prescription has cured her."
Aunt Meng and Jiang Shuyue exchanged a glance and nodded slightly. "They say medicine heals those who are destined to be healed, and Miss Jiang is my benefactor."
She paused and then said, "Your mother went to great lengths to obtain those precious medicinal herbs, but the more I took them, the worse my condition became. It seems that I am destined to clash with your mother. When you return to the capital, please pass on a message to your mother and ask her not to come to the nunnery to see me again."
“Aunt! How could you say such heartless things? How heartbroken Mother and Grandmother would be if they knew.”
Cui Yudie's expression changed drastically. She had just gotten engaged, and if her future husband's family found out that her aunt and mother were not on good terms, outsiders would definitely make wild guesses about the reasons behind it.
She always valued her reputation highly. She said that she would sever ties with her family after leaving the nunnery, and anyone who heard this would speak ill of her.
Aunt Meng's lips curled into a sarcastic smile. "So, Die'er means that even if your mother brings me bad luck and I die, I have to put up with it?"
"No, that's not it, Aunt, you must have misunderstood something." Cui Yudie shook her head vigorously, her face pale.
Aunt Meng didn't want to hear her explanation and raised her hand to interrupt her.
"This is none of your business. Just relay what I said to your mother. She will understand. She can continue to be the wife of the Right Chancellor. I will live my simple life. No one will try to take anything from her."
Jiang Shuyue gave Aunt Meng a thumbs up in her heart.
That's how people should be; we shouldn't tolerate such venomous relatives.
Watching Cui Yudie cover her face and leave the house in tears, Aunt Meng closed her eyes and took a breath.
A moment later, she slowly opened her eyes and looked at Jiang Shuyue, who had a calm expression. "She is, after all, just a young girl. Was I too harsh?"
"No, Aunt Meng is right. Miss Cui is not as naive and fragile as you think."
Jiang Shuyue sat down opposite Aunt Meng and took Aunt Meng's pulse.
The pulse is steady and smooth, and there has been a significant improvement.
"Auntie, don't always eat vegetarian food. You can eat some meat occasionally to supplement your diet. That will help your body restore its immunity."
"Okay, I will take my time to recover. Thank you, Yue Niang. May I call you that?"
Aunt Meng withdrew her hand and poured a cup of honey peach blossom tea from the kettle she had prepared beforehand, handing it over.
"Try it! There are some bees in the nunnery. The honey they collect this season is enough for the sisters to eat for a year."
Jiang Shuyue accepted it with both hands, "Auntie, just call me Yue Niang. That's what all the elders around me call me."
Aunt Meng smiled and said, "Moon Lady, please try it. Peach blossoms and honey taste very good together, and it should also be beneficial."
Aunt Meng looked at Qiu Ju and said, "Pour yourself a cup and have a taste. There are no outsiders here, so don't be shy."
Jiang Shuyue had lived in the village before, so she naturally knew how to use local materials.
While sipping honey peach blossom tea, I chatted with Aunt Meng about some dietary supplement recipes.
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At this moment, in an inconspicuous inn in a small border town.
Nangong Zeyue sat reclining in the armchair, holding a book in her hand and reading it intently.
It was inconvenient to read while sitting in the carriage every day. Traveling required speed, and the carriage was bound to be bumpy. Yue Niang said that it was bad for his eyes, so he chose to read before going to bed every day.
Nangong Jun, having settled his junior brothers into taking turns on night watch, pushed open the door and came in.
"Your Highness, you must be tired after a long day. Please get some rest."
Nangong Zeyue really couldn't do anything with his senior brothers. Before he even entered the Liang Kingdom's palace, everyone stopped calling him junior brother.
He had already corrected everyone several times, but they still insisted. Since they would be stepping into Liang Kingdom's territory tomorrow morning, he simply stopped caring about the form of address and would still call him "Senior Brother" as always.
Seeing Nangong Jun take the blanket to make a makeshift bed on the floor, Nangong Zeyue jumped up and reached out to stop him, "Senior Brother, you should sleep on the bed. This bed is big enough for the two of us."
Nangong Jun patted Nangong Zeyue on the shoulder, "Your Highness, don't be silly. Master said that from now on you are the master and we are the servants. We must not break the rules."
Nangong Zeyue grabbed Nangong Jun's hand and pushed him toward the bed. "Don't listen to Master. We'll always be brothers. Those ridiculous rules are just for fooling people. If I return to Liang and successfully reclaim my rightful place, my fellow disciples will be heroes, not servants."
Nangong Jun had no choice but to retreat to the bedside and lay down the bedding, as he had no other option.
He said earnestly, "Even if we are not master and servant, we are still ruler and subject. We cannot break the rules. If the soldiers of Liang see this, they will not respect Your Highness."
Nangong Zeyue was speechless and had to admit that her senior brother was right.
Yue Niang had also talked to him about how he needed to present a good image to everyone when he returned, an image that was not to be trifled with.
He thought for a moment and said, "I'll listen to you, senior brother. But it would be better if you slept in the same bed with me tonight. I have a feeling that tonight might not be peaceful."
Nangong Jun walked to the window and looked out. The bright moon hung in the sky, the night wind blew, and the shadows of the trees swayed. In the stillness, there was a subtle murderous aura.
He had excellent eyesight and spotted his junior brothers' hiding place at a glance.
"Your Highness, please rest assured. This is still Wanling's territory. No matter how arrogant Mo Ziyan is, he wouldn't dare to send a large force to openly assassinate you."
Several groups of assassins have already come along the way, but none of them have returned.
The envoys were terrified, and at night they dared not even sleep soundly.
Even traveling during the day, they couldn't sleep soundly in the carriage, and everyone had dark circles under their eyes.
Fortunately, there were no people hiding Mo Ziyan in the envoy's team, and the journey was ultimately safe and sound.
Nangong Jun planned to take a nap and then stay up for the rest of the night, so he took off his shoes, socks, and clothes and went to sleep.
Nangong Zeyue sat back in her armchair, picked up a book, but couldn't concentrate on reading it.
The envoy said that it would take at most three days to reach the capital of Liang after crossing the border.
It is said that one feels apprehensive when nearing home, but he did not feel that way. His mind was filled with imagining possible scenarios, just like he was playing a game of war, with thousands of troops galloping through his mind.
Another room in the inn.
This is a large dormitory room. It's not that Gong Xishuo was unwilling to pay the inn's room fees, but rather that after several assassination attempts, no one wanted to stay in a separate room.
The envoys were like frightened birds; if even a single bird flew by outside the window, they would all open their eyes to take a look.
"We'll be crossing the border tomorrow. What are your thoughts?" Gong Xishuo was sleeping in the spot closest to the door.
It wasn't that he was daring; it was that he drank two extra bowls of soup at dinner, and when he came back from the outhouse, only this 'important' spot was left.
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