Chapter 29
Ling Jingchu felt hot all over, and he even vaguely felt that he was being burned by the spiciness.
At first, he was wondering why the medicine was so spicy, but when he woke up again and saw Su Ye stammering, he understood.
“Miss Jiang didn’t do it on purpose. Anyway, Doctor Li prescribed medicine for the young master, and Doctor Li also said that it was thanks to the spicy plaster that Miss Jiang sent that the young master was able to be treated so easily.”
The burning sensation on his neck had subsided, and the cool ointment applied to his body gradually calmed his anger.
"Miss Jiang has been here?"
Su Ye nodded: "Yes, Miss Jiang was very worried about you and even had Qing Shuang give you some cool water to bring down your fever!"
"Young master, are you no longer in pain? Doctor Li said you'll be fully recovered in another half month."
He did not respond to Su Ye's words because he remembered that he seemed to have held Jiang Yunshu's hand in his dream just now.
He also said some reckless things.
she……
Ling Jingchu's eyes darkened. He wanted Jiang Yunshu to be locked in a dark and gloomy room for the rest of her life, where she could only see him.
He kept tentatively baring his fangs, but a deep fear in his heart prevented him from letting Jiang Yunshu see this side of him.
What if she gets scared?
Ling Jingchu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her breathing became heavier.
If Jiang Yunshu is frightened, will she be afraid of him?
Will I stay away from him?
Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly turned cold, becoming deep and extremely dark.
But so what?
Jiang Yunshu will never be able to shake him off again.
He would cling to her for the rest of his life, like a vine entwining a tree root, so that the two would never be able to distinguish one another.
Jiang Yunshu arrived at this time.
Ah Yao timidly hid behind her dress, peeking out half her head to look at the person on the bed. Uncle Ling didn't seem to be looking at her.
"Miss Jiang, what brings you here?"
Remembering her young master's gloomy expression, Su Ye subtly slipped over, blocking Jiang Yunshu's view, and smiled obsequiously.
"Miss Jiang is so concerned about my young master. Doctor Li advised him to rest well. Miss Jiang and Miss Ayao, please come back in a few days..."
With the sharp tongue of her young master, he would surely drive Miss Jiang to her death with anger.
Jiang Yunshu squinted at Su Ye, then looked past him at Ling Jingchu lying on the bed. The man was looking at her with a calm expression and a somewhat cold gaze, which seemed to be mixed with something else.
Looking at it gave me a chill down my spine for no reason.
Ah Yao said softly, "Can't I even take a look? I won't disturb Uncle Ling, we..."
"We're heading back now!"
She pulled Ayao into her arms and turned to leave.
A deep sound came from behind me as I lifted my foot.
"Su Ye, you mustn't be rude."
She didn't stop walking, and hearing Ling Jingchu's tone, she felt that disaster was about to strike.
But she still didn't get her wish. Just as she was about to step out of the house, Ling Jingchu called her back.
"Jiang Yunshu, why are you running?"
She silently tugged at her lips. What else could she possibly run away from?
"Uncle Ling, are you angry with Ayao?"
Ah Yao asked softly and carefully in her arms, a sound that softened one's heart.
However, Ling Jingchu was clearly heartless.
"He's angry."
Ayao paused for a long time, biting her lip and looking at her helplessly.
She immediately flew into a rage, turned around and strode forward: "Ling Jingchu, I admit I was wrong in this matter, but don't you have any problems at all?"
"That hot paste is so spicy, can't you feel it yourself?"
"And I told you before that Ayao can't be seen by people, yet you still brought her to your room. She was so frightened that she did some uncontrollable things."
"Why are you getting angry with a child? Ayao didn't do it on purpose!"
Ayao's eyes were full of confusion; she couldn't even figure out how things had turned out this way.
After being scolded by her, Ling Jingchu's gloomy eyes showed no embarrassment or anger, but rather a faint sense of pleasure.
She initially suspected she was hallucinating, but upon closer inspection, the eerie feeling disappeared.
Ling Jingchu simply raised his eyebrows and looked at her calmly.
"Jiang Yunshu, my neck is still burning."
Her anger vanished instantly, and her gaze followed his words to the man's neck.
Her skin was fair and smooth, with faint blue veins visible on her neck, followed by clearly defined collarbones and beautiful lines revealed through her slightly open clothing.
The idyllic scene hidden beneath the clothes and the dim candlelight of that night vividly appeared in her mind.
"mother……"
Ayao gently nudged her, and she snapped back to reality. She glanced at Ling Jingchu again and thought to herself that she was truly guilty.
"Mom, I brought some food for Uncle Ling."
She blinked lightly and put Ayao down.
Ayao took out the pastries hidden in her clothes.
"Uncle Ling, please eat. Mom said that you need to eat when you're sick. This is sweet, and it will make you feel better."
She looked at A Yao's serious expression and wanted to laugh, but then she suddenly remembered that when they were at the Marquis's mansion, Shen Er had taken A Yao out to play, and she fell ill afterward.
At that time, Ayao was only thinking about osmanthus cakes, but the Marquis wouldn't let her buy them. He said that Shen Er had given the osmanthus cakes to the Madam, and after eating them, the Madam vomited and had diarrhea. Now, the entire Lingfeng mansion is forbidden from buying osmanthus cakes anymore.
She wanted Qing Shuang to pick some osmanthus flowers to make something herself, but the prince still wouldn't allow it, saying that the old lady couldn't smell the osmanthus and would be allergic to it.
But the Marquis brought some mung bean cakes for A-Yao, saying they tasted the same.
They also said that she would feel better after eating it, and that they would buy lots of osmanthus cakes for Ayao and plant a whole yard of osmanthus trees for her and her daughter.
Seeing Ayao's serious expression, she felt a pang of sadness.
Ling Jingchu stopped eating after two pieces. Ayao looked at him and asked, "Uncle Ling, are you still angry with me?"
"My mother has a bad temper, Uncle Ling, please don't get angry with her, okay?"
Ling Jingchu nodded slightly, and A Yao immediately smiled.
Jiang Yunshu watched Ling Jingchu with a sinister gaze from behind. If he dared to say anything bad, she would immediately start cursing.
Suddenly, Qing Shuang whispered in her ear, "Miss, the Third Prince has come to the front yard. Master said we should go back to our rooms."
She took Ayao back to their room, and Ling Jingchu watched their hurried figures with a cold expression.
"Young Master, would you like to get up? It seems the Third Prince is coming. Qing Shuang just said..."
Ling Jingchu's lips were pale, and he looked somewhat weak.
Help me up.
Su Ye helped him sit on the edge of the bed, and the Third Prince's concerned voice came from outside the door.
"Young Master Ling, I just heard from Master Jiang that you've been bedridden these past few days. How are you feeling?"
Ling Jingchu was breathing heavily. When he saw the Third Prince, he tried to get up and pay his respects.
Upon seeing this, the Third Prince quickly stepped forward and helped the person up.
"There's no need for that, Young Master Ling. You should rest well. I just wanted to come and see you."
Ling Jingchu leaned weakly against the headboard and said, "Thank you for your consideration, Third Prince. I am deeply grateful."
The third prince smiled and waved his hand, then sat down on a low stool by the bed, as if he had suddenly remembered something interesting.
"Jiangzhou is indeed interesting. Young Master Ling may not know this, but the death row inmate I captured a few days ago actually made wild accusations under torture."
The Third Prince smiled and looked directly at Ling Jingchu: "Do you know who wrote the nursery rhyme he mentioned?"
Ling Jingchu remained calm, a slight smile playing on his lips, and asked curiously, "Who is it?"
The Third Prince stared at him for a long time before chuckling, "He actually said that this nursery rhyme was written by Young Master Ling. Do you think... that person is right?"
Ling Jingchu said in a calm voice, "I really don't know. I believe the Third Prince will be able to see the truth and clear the name of those who are innocent."
The Third Prince chuckled twice, glanced at Ling Jingchu again, and then laughed loudly.
"Ling Jingchu, you are a smart man. Come to Kyoto with Jiang Yunzheng next year."
"yes."
The Third Prince chuckled twice more, and his attendant brought Su Ye a pile of precious medicinal herbs.
Patting Ling Jingchu on the shoulder, the Third Prince's eyes were deep: "Take good care of yourself. I will be waiting for you both in the capital."
He then got up and left, laughing loudly as he reached the door.
Only after leaving the Jiang residence did Mo Yanzhou's attendant ask, "Your Highness, do you really want Ling Jingchu to come to the capital with Jiang Yunzheng?"
Mo Yanzhou glanced at him casually, smiled, and tapped his folding fan lightly: "For me, getting whoever I want is as easy as turning my hand."
“A person like Ling Jingchu is too dangerous. I don’t have the time to waste on someone like him.”
"Then Your Highness?"
The attendant looked at the Third Prince with a puzzled expression.
Mo Yanzhou laughed again, "It's just to make Second Brother suspicious of him."
The attendant then realized what was happening and began to praise him.
Mo Yanzhou listened casually. If he wanted to completely ruin his second brother's career, he would make sure that all the talented people around his second brother disappeared one by one.
Apart from the Crown Prince's tutor, who had not yet abandoned his second brother, everyone else in Kyoto had long since broken away from the Crown Prince's faction.
That foolish eldest prince is nothing to fear.
Even if the Empress has deep family connections, the eldest prince is incompetent and will be replaced by him sooner or later.
"Tell Baili Chuan to keep a close eye on Jiang Yunzheng. Once he has weapons, how can we not accomplish great things?"
The person behind him lowered their head and responded.
He then asked, "Has Second Brother ever visited the Jiang family?"
"The Second Prince is coming over."
The guard behind him whispered, and Mo Yanzhou waved his hand, saying, "Go ahead."
The person then quickly disappeared.
Mo Yanzhou frowned and suddenly asked, "Has Mother sent any news?"
The attendant shook his head: "There hasn't been any since Her Majesty's last letter."
He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes concealing them in the shadows, making them appear even more somber.
Meanwhile, Mo Tingyu's carriage soon arrived at the Jiang family's gate.
The Jiang family was eagerly paying their respects when Mo Tingyu's words plunged them into despair.
"I heard that Consort Li has pleaded with the Emperor, and soon Ayao will be entering the palace to accompany Princess Roujia in her studies."
Upon hearing this news, Jiang Yunshu's body went limp and she collapsed.
It still happened.
Mo Yanzhou still took A Yao away.
Once inside the palace and beside Consort Li, what will A Yao do?
She's only five years old...
"Jiang Yunshu!"
Ling Jingchu staggered forward, only to be pushed aside by Ruan Qingshang, who swiftly caught him and helped him up. Jiang Jinhong was also startled and ran over to them.
Mo Tingyu frowned, looking at the chaotic state of the Jiang family with unbearable sorrow, and couldn't help but feel grief in his heart.
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