It's not just about the thirty taels of silver; it's about the female healers starting to come into the sights of the Fengjing aristocratic families.
With the stepping stone of the Princess Consort of Prince Gong, the female physicians who had been training for a long time finally had a chance to shine.
The only drawback is that this stepping stone was not obtained in a fair and square manner, and there is even suspicion of fraud and deception.
Sometimes, when Wen Zhiyun thinks about it, she feels that she has let Prince Gong down quite a bit.
Although he was wasteful and lecherous, he deceived his parents and was ashamed of his wife. Changyan said that he had also engaged in the shady business of selling official positions.
But ultimately, it was the brothers who were unjust first.
To make amends and to make the female doctors more acceptable to the noble families, Wen Zhiyun personally took Wang Xiaozhu to Prince Gong's Mansion. He not only used massage to relieve the swelling, but also took her pulse and diagnosed her, and prescribed medicine to regulate her body and improve her complexion.
The effects of the medicine will take time to become apparent, but the massage has an immediate effect, tightening the skin instantly.
The Crown Princess was extremely satisfied and specifically requested that Wang Xiaozhu continue the meeting the next day.
Wen Zhiyun breathed a sigh of relief and left Prince Gong's Mansion under the moonlight.
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Jiang Sheng has been visibly happy these past few days.
Not only did her fourth and fifth brothers give her beautiful silver necklaces, but it was also because Jiuzhenfang's custom-made business was expanding day by day.
After the Jiang family and two other families ordered the surname-themed pastries, Yao Siqing learned that Jiuzhenfang was owned by Jiang Sheng and his sister. She generously ordered two portions for her own family as well and promoted it enthusiastically.
So one after another, several more families came to order pastries, all of them prominent families from Fengjing.
The scenario envisioned at the beginning seems to be gradually unfolding. Although the surname-themed pastries have not yet become popular in Fengjing, they have begun to show their potential.
The Jiang family.
The custom-made pastries, costing one tael of silver per plate, were divided into three portions as soon as they entered the Jiang residence and were delivered to the masters without delay.
One portion for Old Madam Jiang, one portion for Madam Jiang, and one portion for Jiang Chenghuan.
With its sweet but not cloying lotus seed paste crust, red bean paste filling, and a clear gradient of pink lotus flowers printed on top, topped with a neat and stern "Jiang" character, this unique pastry quickly won over the hearts of the Jiang family masters.
Madam Jiang picked up a piece and took a small bite, savoring the aroma of lotus seed paste and red bean paste filling her mouth. She nodded slightly and said, "Thank you for your kind intentions."
"These are new custom-made pastries from Jiuzhenfang, and no two are the same," the servant said, trying to curry favor with his master. "Young master specially bought them for you to try."
Upon hearing this, Madam Jiang, who had only taken a small bite before putting the pastry down, paused, then picked it up again and casually ate several pieces. "It's really good. The pastry is very unique and suitable for visiting relatives and friends."
The servant thought he had successfully taken credit and was extremely proud.
Only Tan Yue knew the truth. She stepped forward and asked, "Madam, would you like to order some to send to some of our in-law families?"
Madam Jiang nodded slightly, her expression still indifferent, only a hint of pride flickering in the corners of her eyes.
I hadn't paid attention for a few days, and the little girl actually came up with this wicked idea.
Excellent, truly excellent.
She lowered her head and unfolded the envelope that had been delivered by fast horse from Anshui County. It contained a record of the Jiang siblings' experiences over the past three years, which could be described as quite rich.
In a few days, Jiang Sheng's life trajectory for the first eight years will be delivered, detailing how she ended up in Anshui County and how she became a homeless orphan.
At the same time.
A carriage was parked at the entrance of the Jiang residence. The slender and frail Jiang Chenghuan lifted the curtain and was slowly helped down by her maid, Xiaoqiao.
Behind her, there was another carriage, from which a beautiful young woman alighted and stood in the Jiang residence next door.
To be precise, it is the same residence, only divided into the East and West Wings.
Madam Jiang lived in the East Residence with her legitimate sons and descendants, while her illegitimate children lived in the West Residence. They would exchange greetings at most, and each lived their own lives, keeping to themselves.
The only friction is that the third young lady, Jiang Chenghuan, and the fourth young lady, Jiang Chengyu, don't get along. They like to steal the limelight from each other or stab each other in the back.
Jiang Chenghuan was a direct descendant of Jiang Chengyu, and with Madam Jiang's devoted education, she usually had the upper hand, leaving Jiang Chengyu resentful and frustrated.
Until Jiang Chenghuan's fake heiress identity was exposed.
Jiang Chengyu seemed to have found a flaw and seized the opportunity to mock her, "She's just a fake, putting on airs like a rich family heiress. She probably doesn't even know what her real parents are like."
Jiang Chenghuan paused as he disembarked from the carriage, his five fingers, hidden under his sleeves, clenching into a fist.
"Hey, why aren't you getting out of the Jiang family yet?" Jiang Chengyu's voice grew louder and louder. "Aren't you going to look for your biological parents? They've lost a daughter too."
Xiaoqiao was so frightened that she grabbed the Third Miss and reminded her that this was the entrance to the Jiang residence and that she shouldn't make a fool of herself.
Just then, the gatekeeper rushed out and reported, "Third Miss, please go back quickly. The eldest young master has sent some pastries, and he's probably looking for you right now."
Xiaoqiao's eyes lit up. "What kind of pastries did the eldest young master send this time?"
"It was a custom-made pastry, a plate of which was quite expensive, costing one tael of silver," the gatekeeper recalled. "It was said to be unique in the entire Fengjing capital. It was delivered to the Third Miss as soon as it was received, and it was still warm."
Xiaoqiao smiled happily.
Jiang Chenghuan's tense body relaxed. She glanced at Jiang Chengyu and smiled slightly, "Brother always thinks of me so much and even sent such exquisite pastries. He's so thoughtful."
After saying that, he got up and went back to his residence.
From afar, Jiang Chengyu could still be heard angrily asking, "Where's my second brother? Didn't he buy it for me?"
"Reporting to Fourth Miss, Second Young Master said it's too expensive and not worth it..."
Jiang Chenghuan didn't listen to the rest of what she said. She regained her confidence and composure and strolled back to her courtyard.
The servant who was delivering the pastries was waiting, and upon seeing her, he hurriedly presented the pastries.
Unwrapping the layers of oil paper revealed a gradient lotus pattern and the clearly defined surname "Jiang," as if confirming something and soothing the girl's fear.
Jiang Chenghuan calmed himself down, picked up a piece, gently put it in his mouth, savored the silky texture and smooth taste, and nodded affirmatively.
The servant was even more delighted and seized the opportunity to take credit, "As long as it tastes good, it's worth it for Young Master to have ordered this pastry from Jiuzhenfang three days in advance. At least the money wasn't wasted..."
Jiang Chenghuan paused in his act of tasting the pastry.
Xiao Qiao gasped, "Jiuzhenfang, these are Jiuzhenfang pastries?"
"Yes." The servant was puzzled. "The new pastry launched by Jiuzhenfang is unique in the entire Fengjing. It also bears the Jiang family's mark. No one but a member of the Jiang family can order it."
This was originally a great honor, and something that aristocratic families and nobles would love to have, but why is it Jiuzhenfang?
Xiao Qiao took another deep breath, glanced at the cold-faced Jiang Chenghuan, and got up to see the servant off.
When I returned, the pastries on the table had fallen to the ground and were in pieces.
Jiang Chenghuan sat upright in the chair, his expression calm, except for a single tear that slowly slid down from the corner of his eye.
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