To the wife of Marquis Anle, it didn't matter what Song Shiwei had done or whether he was vicious or not.
What's important is that she can mix fragrances that can calm the empress dowager's mind and help her sleep peacefully at night. That's enough.
The Shangshu's wife was obviously stunned. She looked between the two of them for a moment before she said reluctantly, "Madam is right."
The atmosphere in the room was stagnant for a moment, and the ladies exchanged glances. After a while, they resumed their previous scene of reciting poems and composing couplets.
Halfway through the banquet, Jiang Zhiyu and Jiang Kangan finally arrived. Jiang Zhiyu was wearing a dazzling red dress, a snow-white fur coat, and a circle of soft white fox fur around her collar. She was wrapped tightly and held a hand warmer in her hand.
Jiang Kang'an was dressed in a gorgeous brocade robe, and was extremely handsome and graceful. His face had a smile like a spring breeze and drizzle. His face was as white as jade, his eyes were like stars, his clear eyes were shining with light, and he smiled with his brows relaxed, shining straight into people's hearts like spring sunshine.
The eyes of the ladies present all lit up.
On the other side, the noble ladies and gentlemen who heard that they had arrived also came over and their eyes fell on them.
Xia Chuchu, who was in the corner, saw Jiang Zhiyu and quickly stood up to greet her and pulled her to sit next to her.
“Madam, how is Han Qiao’s face?”
She has been busy recently and went to Jinzhou again, so she hasn't had time to see Han Qiao yet.
Seeing that she still cared about her, Xia Chuchu felt a little warm in her heart. She no longer had the slightest bit of resistance she had before. She smiled and said, "It's much better now. Doctor Jiang is really a skilled doctor. Qiao Qiao's face has recovered very well now. All the scars on her face are gone."
"That's good."
The ladies who were eavesdropping on their conversation couldn't help but interrupt: "Qiao Qiao's face, has it really recovered?"
It's not like they haven't seen that face before. They were terrified even in the daytime, let alone at night. Many famous doctors were helpless, yet now Xia Chuchu said she had recovered perfectly?!
The ladies and the noble ladies all looked at each other in disbelief.
This is a miracle doctor! This is a true miracle doctor!
The noble ladies couldn't help but feel shaken.
If he could even cure a face like that, wouldn't they be able to become peerless beauties if they were treated by Dr. Jiang?!
"What medicinal herbs does Dr. Jiang use? Can you tell us a little bit?"
"Doctor Jiang, I have a headache today. Can you treat me?"
"What does sister Zhiyu do on weekdays? I got a new toy recently, come to my house and take a look."
"Don't listen to her, sister Zhiyu. The things in her house are already outdated. My raccoon slave can do backflips, and it's really pretty. Come to my house."
They rushed forward, and for a moment, Jiang Zhiyu was surrounded by ladies and noble girls.
Song Shiwei: "..."
Other young masters: "..."
Lady Anlehou: "..."
Seeing Jiang Zhiyu surrounded by everyone like the moon surrounded by stars, Song Shiwei could no longer hide the jealous look on her face. She felt like her heart was being gnawed by countless ants, and the handkerchief in her hand was wrinkled to pieces.
She turned her head to look at the wife of Marquis Anle next to her, trying to find a companion, but saw that the wife of Marquis Anle was looking over there, and there seemed to be something in her eyes - yearning?
Song Shiwei: “???”
Lady Anle Marquis did not notice her look. She widened her eyes slightly and suppressed her emotions.
She has an extremely high pursuit of beauty, otherwise, she would not have found so many surrogate mothers to make placens specifically for her.
But no matter how much she ate, the wrinkles on her face continued to increase day by day, and no matter how much makeup she put on, they could not be covered up.
If Jiang Zhiyu is really so magical that he can even cure Han Qiao's face, then wouldn't it be easy to cure his own wrinkles as well?
If that's the case, then she can't be killed today.
The wife of the Marquis of Anle coughed lightly, and the maid came forward. The wife of the Marquis of Anle placed the handkerchief in her hand and said, "Go and ask the eldest master to come over."
The maid was startled, and the smile of Lady Anle Marquis froze, and the maid then responded with a "yes".
Although the eye contact between them was only for a moment, Jiang Kangan saw it all.
Jiang Kang'an blinked slightly and looked at the maid's departing back with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Help me!
More and more people came, and before Jiang Zhiyu finished answering, another one couldn't wait to ask a question. Jiang Zhiyu smiled, and her big eyes were full of helplessness.
The whole person is full of weakness, pitifulness and helplessness.
Jiang Kang'an had never seen Jiang Zhiyu like this. His pupils trembled, his eyes softened, and his fingers moved slightly, as if he was pinching something in the air.
He was about to step forward to pull his sister out of the 'sea of suffering', but the door was pushed open and He Yanting walked in.
As soon as he entered the room, his eyes were accurately fixed on Jiang Zhiyu. Then, Jiang Kang'an saw that his eyes were fixed and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.
Jiang Kangan's eyes suddenly became sharp.
He said that it was impossible for Lu Yaozu to come so quickly. It turned out that this man got the news from somewhere and rushed over.
Jiang Zhiyu didn't notice the constant noises around him, but the noble ladies outside all felt a chill and looked up.
He Yanting was dressed in a black flying fish suit, his eyebrows were like ink paintings, his eyes were like stars, his facial features were three-dimensional, and his handsomeness was mixed with indescribable sharpness and majesty.
When the ladies saw his eyes, they all lowered their heads unconsciously.
"Mr. He is here to visit us today as well." Lady Anle Hou chuckled, feeling a bit superior.
He Yanting had never been to any of the engagement banquets, yet he chose to come to her place...
He Yanting did not answer or look at her, but walked straight towards Jiang Zhiyu.
The smile of the wife of Marquis Anle froze.
Because of his imposing manner, the noble ladies spontaneously made way for him. He Yanting sat beside Jiang Zhiyu, calmly concealing the smile in his eyes, and said, "I have something to tell you."
Jiang Zhiyu, who was finally rescued, naturally couldn't wait: "What's going on?"
Thank God, if no one else comes, I will be so embarrassed.
He Yanting waved his hand, motioning her to come closer.
Jiang Zhiyu's body just leaned a little towards him, and was straightened by Jiang Kang'an.
"Mr. He, if you have anything important to say, you can go out and talk about it."
Jiang Kangan looked at He Yanting with an undisguised wariness in his eyes.
[Yes, there are too many people here.]
He Yanting's eyes fell on Jiang Kang'an's hand on Jiang Zhiyu's shoulder. He stared at it for a long while before looking up to meet his gaze and chuckled, "Okay."
When their eyes met, there seemed to be the flash of swords and the noble ladies and gentlemen around them unconsciously slowed down their breathing.
Lu Yaozu arrived late at this time. He was obviously dressed up deliberately, wearing gorgeous clothes and holding a folding fan in his hand. As soon as he entered the room, he opened the folding fan with a "whoosh" sound, and fanned it twice in a pretentiously romantic manner, shivering as he fanned himself.
[This person is probably a fool.]
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