After Lu Qiqi left the main tent, An Yi and Shi Jiu stayed by Song Yanqing's side.
After taking the medicine, Song Yanqing broke out in a sweat, her high fever subsided, and her complexion returned to normal.
Seeing that it was getting late, An Yi told Nineteen to go back and rest, and that he would keep watch for the night.
Meanwhile, Lu Qiqi returned to her tent and recalled what she had heard at the Wu residence earlier that day.
Madam Wu relinquished her power as head of the household and settled down to recuperate in her own courtyard. Granny Gui was sent away from the mansion, and it's likely that once Madam Wu has recovered somewhat, she will find a way to make things difficult for Aunt Xiang.
Granny Gui was Madam Wu's wet nurse. It was one thing for a woman over fifty not to be allowed to live out her days and die in the Wu household, but she was also given forty heavy lashes, which clearly meant that Granny Gui was not given a way out.
Based on her understanding of Madam Wu over the past few days, Lu Qiqi could tell that this person was always all talk and no action, and would definitely have other tricks up her sleeve to deal with Aunt Xiang.
Previously, Madam Wu had revealed to the ladies of the border town that she could cure women's illnesses, presumably as a way of doing them a favor.
As for whether it's a favor or a future connection for her, that's not something Madam Wu can decide!
Lu Qiqi tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. The thought of Aunt Xiang and her little cousin having to make a living under Madam Wu's control, and her inability to rescue them from the Wu family, made her feel distressed.
Even Xiao Ye's breathing sounded extremely loud today.
Wait, she can't take Aunt Xiang and her daughter out of the Wu residence, but she can ask Song Yanqing for help.
It's much better to let Song Yanqing think of a solution than for her to rack her brains and still not come up with a solution.
Having made up her mind, she went to sleep with peace of mind, planning to check on Song Yanqing's condition the next day.
The next day, dawn broke.
With something on her mind, Lu Qiqi got up early, washed up, and went straight to Song Yanqing's tent.
The guard went in to announce the news, and soon An Yi came out of the tent.
An Yi bowed and said, "Princess, the young master's high fever subsided last night. Does he still need medicine today?"
Lu Qiqi asked, "Is he awake?"
Recalling the prince's closed eyes, she thought to herself, "He hasn't opened his eyes since last night."
"Once the high fever subsides, there will be no major problems. Just let him drink more warm water afterwards."
The thought of the breakfasts provided in the military, which consisted of hard, flatbreads and porridge, was unbearable.
Lu Qiqi then thought of cooking a bowl of porridge for Song Yanqing, since she was asking for a favor and had to be careful about how she acted.
As the saying goes, "He who takes a man's money is bound to him, and he who eats a man's food is bound to him," once Song Yanqing has drunk the porridge she personally cooked, he probably won't be able to refuse her request for help.
Having made up her mind, she said to An Yi, "Your young master had a high fever last night, so he can only eat light food today."
Upon hearing this, An Yi was about to ask Nineteen to prepare when Lu Qiqi continued, "I'll go make a bowl of medicinal porridge for your young master so he can drink it when he wakes up."
If it were ordinary porridge, An Yi would politely decline the offer without hesitation, but neither he nor Shijiu knew how to make medicinal porridge, a custom-made dish.
Thus, An Yi bowed to Lu Qiqi again to express his gratitude, "Thank you, Township Head."
Lu Qiqi waved her hand and went to the kitchen camp as planned.
Every time she came to the kitchen camp, she never saw any of the cooks taking a break from their work.
They were either kneading dough or making pancakes.
The kitchen camp was no ordinary place; it concerned the safety of the food that the soldiers ate, and there were many more soldiers patrolling around it than elsewhere.
Lu Qiqi was able to move around in the kitchen camp not only because she was the village head, but also because she had a legitimate reason for her actions.
Although she did not reveal that Song Yanqing was ill, no one would stop her from preparing a medicinal meal for the young master.
After Zhang, the head of the kitchen camp, finished giving his instructions, he saw Lu Qiqi and wished he could hide immediately.
He hadn't forgotten that the last time the Lord of Kang Le Township came, he assigned him a troublesome task. What if he had to do another one this time?
Even if the kitchen staff were burning the midnight oil, they wouldn't be able to get anything done.
Just as Zhang Yingtou was pretending not to see Lu Qiqi and preparing to slip away, she unexpectedly called out to him, stopping him like a thief.
Zhang Yingtou's face was bitter, but when he turned to look at Lu Qiqi, his expression instantly transformed into one of radiant joy, and he greeted her with a smile.
"Greetings, Township Head. May I ask what brings you here?"
Lu Qiqi stepped forward and said, "It's not really an order. I'm just here to borrow a pot to make a medicinal meal."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yingtou breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he wasn't being asked to do work, what did a pot matter? "Why bother borrowing it, Lord Xiang? Just take it."
So Lu Qiqi successfully "borrowed" a clay pot from the kitchen camp.
Earthenware pots were not very useful in the kitchen; they were mostly used for special meals for high-ranking generals.
Lu Qiqi then took him to the wounded soldiers' camp without hesitation.
The wounded soldiers' camp had stoves for brewing medicinal broth, which were used to cook medicinal dishes. This prevented the broth from burning due to excessive heat and allowed for a quicker and more concentrated fire to cook the medicinal dishes.
This move can be described as killing two birds with one stone.
Lu Qiqi added a lot of good ingredients to the medicinal diet according to the proportions, so that Song Yanqing would not get too hot from the nourishment, but could also nourish his liver and kidneys that were damaged by staying up late.
She got hungry while decocting the herbs, but she only had one pot, which still contained the specially prepared medicinal herbs.
So he could only eat pork jerky, drink spiritual spring water, and stand in front of the medicine stove watching the medicinal food in the pot, bubbling away.
After spending most of the day, the medicinal food was finally cooked. She placed a wrung-out damp cloth on a tray and carried the whole pot into Song Yanqing's tent.
When she entered the tent, Song Yanqing had already woken up. He was wearing his undergarments and leaning against the bed, talking to An Yi.
Seeing Lu Qiqi bring in a pot, Nineteen, who was standing to the side, quickly found a bowl and spoon so that he could scoop out a bowl for the young master to drink.
After serving the medicinal food, Nineteen habitually took out a silver needle to test for poison in the food, and only after confirming that there was no poison did she serve it to the prince.
When Song Yanqing saw Lu Qiqi bring the food into the tent, his lips curled up almost imperceptibly. But when he saw that it was Shijiu who brought the bowl over, his face instantly fell.
Nineteen handed the bowl to the prince, only to be inexplicably glared at, which made her feel somewhat aggrieved.
He blinked twice and looked at An Yi beside him. An Yi gave him a wink, signaling him to step back.
Goodness, Nineteen felt even more aggrieved.
Lu Qiqi had gone to great lengths to prepare the medicinal meal because she had a favor to ask. As Song Yanqing was about to put down the bowl, she quickly took it with both hands.
She blinked her big eyes and said, "Another bowl, right? Okay! You wait here!"
Before Song Yanqing could speak, Lu Qiqi brought over another bowl of medicinal food.
He drank five or six bowls in a row, and finished more than half of the medicinal soup. Just as Lu Qiqi was about to praise Song Yanqing for his good appetite,
But then they saw Song Yanqing hand the empty bowl to An Yi.
Lu Qiqi, empty-handed, awkwardly withdrew her hands, but smiled broadly.
If Song Yanqing still couldn't figure out what she was up to after all this, then all the days they spent together during their escape from famine would have been for nothing.
He took the handkerchief An Yi handed him, slowly wiped his mouth clean, and said calmly, "Speak, what do you need my help with?"
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