One day later, Shen Tingsi, who was locked in the cold courtyard, slowly opened his eyes.
He had a splitting headache and for a moment he didn't think about his current situation until a hoarse voice full of surprise came to his ears:
"Miss, you are finally awake! You must be hungry. I will feed you porridge right away."
Shen Tingsi opened his eyes wide and stared at the round-faced maid in front of him for a long time before he recalled his current situation and asked anxiously:
"Where is the Ninth Prince?"
The maid's name was Tangyuan. She was originally just a servant in Jiang Xiancao's courtyard, and could only do some rough work such as cleaning and washing clothes.
After Jiang Xiancao was forcibly dragged away and bled by the Ninth Prince's guards, the maids and servants in the yard all ran away for fear of being implicated by their master.
Only Tangyuan, a stupid girl with not very smart brains, was left here, waiting foolishly for her mistress to come back.
She didn't know that the Ninth Prince was going to reinvestigate the drowning case, and the entire Marquis' Mansion was in uproar because of it. She only saw her master being sent back by the Fourth Young Master's men. Although the wounds on her body had been applied with medicine, they were still shocking. She felt extremely distressed when she saw it.
After waiting for a long time for the young lady to wake up, the first thing she said was to ask about that black-hearted scumbag prince. Her face fell instantly and she said angrily:
"The Ninth Prince treated Miss so badly, why is Miss still thinking about him? After he bullied Miss, of course he just walked away and returned to the palace. For a man like him, even if I caught a bug from the yard, it would be better than him!"
Shen Tingsi was already feeling aggrieved enough, and now hearing that a maid dared to say bad things about him, he was so angry that his body was shaking, "You are not allowed to scold him!"
Tang Yuan was afraid that he would get hurt from the shivering, so she hurriedly put down the bowl of porridge and pulled the quilt over him. "Miss, are you cold? I'll go get you a hand warmer right away!"
Shen Tingsi: “…”
He wasn't being treated coldly at all; he was clearly being mad at her!
Seeing that the girl was really going to get the hand warmer, he quickly stopped her and said, "Stop wasting time and sit down!"
Tangyuan was stunned for a moment, then sat on the edge of the bed, folding his hands obediently.
Seeing her like that, Shen Tingsi suspected that she was deliberately trying to anger him, and threatened her, "If you dare to make me angry again, I will punish you with family discipline!"
Tang Yuan was frightened by him so much that tears welled up in her eyes. She begged for mercy aggrievedly, "Miss, please don't hit me. I will never speak ill of that scumbag king again."
After she finished speaking, she realized that she had said something bad about the man again. She quickly covered her mouth with her hands, and her big watery eyes rolled around in fear.
Shen Tingsi was speechless, he now felt that this girl was really stupid.
He took a deep breath, but accidentally pulled at the wound on his body, grimacing in pain. "Let me ask you, what time is it now?"
Tang Yuan said blankly, "It's daytime now."
Shen Ting said angrily, "Nonsense! I'm not blind, I can see it's daytime outside. I'm asking you, what day is it?"
Tangyuan counted on his fingers, and the more he counted, the more confused he became.
Chen Tingsi patiently instructed her, "Why are you counting nonsense? Go take a look at what the almanac says and come back to tell me."
Tang Yuan lowered her head in embarrassment, "This servant is illiterate."
Shen Tingsi almost fainted from anger.
The Great Sheng Dynasty valued both martial arts and literature. Respectable families in the capital were proud that their servants were literate, not to mention a prominent aristocratic family like the Wen Ning Marquisate.
Jiang Xiancao is the only legitimate daughter of Marquis Wen Ning after all, so why is she only served by an illiterate and silly girl?
Shen Tingsi suddenly realized that he really didn't understand Jiang Xiancao's situation in the Marquis' Mansion before.
He always thought that the Wen Ning Marquis' Mansion had never treated Jiang Xiancao unfairly, and that everything that Jiang Huaizhu had was also hers.
Her so-called being treated coldly and bullied by everyone was just a lie she made up to compete for favor with her sisters.
Now that he had become Jiang Xiancao, lying alone in her cold and shabby boudoir, he realized how wrong he had been before.
Is this retribution in this life?
He asked Tang Yuan with a sullen face, "Did Jiang Jinyan and the others come over when I was unconscious?"
Tangyuan shook his head.
"Has anyone ever sent anything?"
"Only the Fourth Master sent someone to deliver some medicine and told the servant to change the young lady's clothes on time."
Shen Tingsi's expression became even gloomier.
Jiang Si sent him medicine because he was afraid that he would die and the Marquis' Mansion would not be able to explain to the "Ninth Prince".
As for the others, they refused to even appear to care about their sister.
He himself also has a younger sister, and even though they are not born to the same mother, he always loves and pampers her and has never treated her badly.
I would never be so heartless when my sister is seriously injured.
The five young masters of the Jiang family look like human beings, but are they human or ghosts?
Then he thought about how he had completely believed what they said and treated Jiang Xiancao so badly in the past.
How did she feel at that time?
He closed his eyes, not daring to think further.
Tangyuan thought he was not feeling well, and was just about to help him lie down when he heard his stomach rumbling.
Shen Tingsi blushed.
When had he, the dignified Ninth Prince, ever made such an indecent sound in front of others?
The little maidservant in front of him did not mean to laugh at him. She picked up the bowl of porridge, scooped a spoonful and handed it to his mouth, "Miss, drink it quickly, the porridge is getting cold."
Shen Tingsi was also very hungry, so she fed him mouthful by mouthful.
This porridge was cooked by Tangyuan himself. Apart from white rice, there were only a few green vegetable leaves and it had no taste.
But Shen Tingsi still ate with relish.
The mild porridge moistened his dry throat little by little and also relieved the burning pain in his stomach.
After a while, the bowl of porridge was finished.
Tang Yuan was very happy to see that he could eat. "My ancestors ran a clinic. My father said that as long as a patient has an appetite, he will not die."
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