Chapter 30
Jiang Yunshu was consumed by anger and became ill from worry, which triggered the growth of the Moonlit Silver.
After lying in bed for only two or three days, he had already lost a lot of weight, his face was pale and ashen, and his eye sockets were slightly sunken.
Ruan Qingshang spent his days in tears, while Jiang Jinhong posted a message seeking a miracle doctor. Every day, the Jiang family received at least a dozen 'miracle doctors' visiting their door.
But no one could find the antidote for Moon Silver.
Seeing the gloomy atmosphere surrounding the Jiang family, Mo Tingyu couldn't help but feel saddened.
Seeing his listless appearance, Chen Yanyan casually asked a question.
"We're about to return to Beijing, what's going on?"
Mo Tingyu sighed deeply and told her what had happened.
"I feel like my third brother is different. He seemed to be..."
Chen Yanyan didn't think so: "I met Consort Li when my sister was in the palace. She was no pushover. How could her son be a simple person?"
"But you mentioned this Moonlit Silver..."
Mo Tingyu looked up and asked, "Does Aunt have any ideas?"
Chen Yanyan paused, lowered her eyes, clicked her tongue softly, and when she looked up again, it was as if she had made a great decision.
“When I was searching for the truth over the years, I met a witch who taught me many antidotes to witch poisons.”
Mo Tingyu asked, puzzled, "What is Aunt worried about?"
Chen Yanyan looked at him: "It's not that I don't want to save people, it's just..."
“That woman once told me,” Chen Yanyan frowned with worry, “that Consort Li was a woman of their witch clan, and the daughter of their chieftain. This poison…”
Mo Tingyu stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
"Was this done by my third brother?"
"But I heard from the Jiang family that the poison has already seeped into the lungs and internal organs, and it's impossible for it to be cured in just one or two days..."
Chen Yanyan turned her gaze indifferently to Mo Tingyu, and he did not press the matter further.
A chill crept up my spine and spread throughout my body.
Mo Tingyu's eyes darkened, then he suddenly smiled. How could he think that no one wanted that position?
After a moment, he said in a deep voice, "It's alright. There's no need for you to show yourself. Just bring out the antidote prescription, and I'll have a way to send it to the Jiang residence."
Chen Yanyan was finally relieved. After all, Jiang Yunshu had saved her life before, and it was impossible for him to just stand by and watch her die.
If Siqing can't solve it, she will sneak into the Jiang residence and put the antidote into Jiang Yunshu's mouth.
However, it was still a bit risky, as the Third Prince had far more informants than she had imagined.
——
It wasn't until Jiang Jinhong had met with hundreds of 'miracle doctors' that Ling Jingchu brought a poorly dressed man with him.
Who is this?
Jiang Jinhong looked at the man suspiciously, while Ling Jingchu cupped his hands and said, "Uncle Jiang, this man can cure the Moon Silver."
"real?!"
Ling Jingchu moved closer and whispered, "This person is a descendant of the Witch Clan. We have been secretly searching for him. His identity is true, and he is extremely skilled at making poisons."
Jiang Jinhong looked at the man. His clothes were tattered, his face was dark, his eyes were dark and shiny, he was thin and wiry, and the skin on his exposed arms was yellowish-black and dry.
"this……"
Ling Jingchu naturally understood his meaning, took another step back, and bowed deeply: "Uncle Jiang, I promise..."
Before he could finish speaking, an announcement came from outside.
"Master, master, a Taoist priest says he can help Miss!"
The servants were panting heavily as they ran in, and before Jiang Jinhong could ask anything, a man in a white robe stroked his beard and entered.
"Master Jiang, how have you been?"
Jiang Jinhong squinted at the man, who laughed loudly: "Master Jiang, you really have a bad memory! Many years ago, when your lady was in labor, I was the one who protected her!"
Jiang Jinhong then remembered that when he was giving birth to Ayun, a sudden change occurred, and he couldn't give birth no matter what he did. As a whole day passed, the midwife asked him whether he wanted to save the mother or the child.
He broke down then and cursed at people.
That's when the Taoist priest appeared. He said a bunch of unfounded things and then asked him to set up an array and longevity lamps in the ancestral hall.
The Taoist priest said that this longevity lamp was to prolong A-Yun's life, and it needed to be broken into two pieces and lit to ensure A-Yun's safety.
Ah Yun was indeed born safely, and the wife did not die from complications during childbirth.
"You've come today...?"
Jiang Jinhong stepped forward and asked, "Does the Daoist priest have a way to save my daughter?"
The Taoist priest nodded meaningfully, and Jiang Jinhong hurriedly said, "Taoist priest, please tell me quickly, I'll do anything you need."
Ling Jingchu said urgently, "Uncle Jiang, that's a charlatan. We need to make an antidote for this poison to cure it."
Jiang Jinhong was also anxious. On the one hand, he felt that Ling Jingchu made some sense, and on the other hand, he secretly hoped that the Taoist priest could save Ayun.
Regardless, that beggar-like person didn't seem like someone who could make the antidote.
The Taoist priest glanced at Ling Jingchu, then smiled and looked at the people behind him.
He circled around the man twice, then suddenly looked at Ling Jingchu with a meaningful expression, laughed loudly, and walked towards Jiang Jinhong.
"Master Jiang is truly blessed!"
Jiang Jinhong sighed anxiously, "Where will this good fortune come from?"
"Master, please tell me quickly what you can do! My daughter is still bedridden, and my wife's eyes are bloodshot from staying up all night. If this continues, not only will she not have any good fortune, but the Jiang family may also be doomed..."
Jiang Jinhong's voice choked with emotion.
The Taoist priest patted Jiang Jinhong on the shoulder: "Master Jiang, there is no need to worry. I had already foreseen that two benefactors would be able to help Miss Jiang out of her predicament, and now they are."
Ling Jingchu, whose mind was filled with thoughts of demonic cultivation, paused just as he was about to utter them.
Jiang Jinhong was taken aback for a moment: "You mean...?"
The Taoist priest nodded deeply.
“Uncle Jiang,” Ling Jingchu bowed to the two men with his arms clasped, “I will now take people to Yun Shu’s room.”
"Go quickly, go quickly!"
Ling Jingchu and the skinny little beggar walked quickly toward the backyard, while the Taoist priest and Jiang Jinhong went to the front hall.
After sitting for a short while, the Taoist priest said he wanted to go see the ancestral hall.
Jiang Jinhong naturally led his men there.
Two longevity lamps were always lit in the ancestral hall, but when Jiang Jinhong went over there, he found that one of the lamps had gone out.
His face darkened, and just as he was about to call someone in to light it, the Taoist priest looked at the lamp, paused for a moment, and then smiled knowingly.
"No need to order anymore, just order one from now on."
Jiang Jinhong looked at the man, unsure of his meaning, but nodded nonetheless. He then asked, "Daoist Master, will my daughter really be alright?"
The Taoist priest laughed loudly, tilting his head back: "Everything will be fine from now on."
Jiang Jinhong had just calmed down when the Taoist priest's words raised his anxiety again.
"However, there is one more thing that requires utmost attention, or one careless mistake could lead to utter ruin."
"What's up?"
The Taoist priest looked at him and said in a profound and unfathomable way, "Master Jiang has a vast fortune, but he remains devoted to his wife and loves his children dearly. It is a beautiful story in itself."
"But..." the Taoist priest turned his gaze and sighed, "A fortune is not as good as a peaceful life in a secluded corner, with family by your side."
Jiang Jinhong looked at the Taoist priest, unsure of what to say.
When the Taoist priest turned around, he smiled again. Just as he was about to say something more, someone outside announced his arrival.
"Master, someone outside is saying that he can cure Miss Man Yue Yin."
Jiang Jinhong was about to wave the man away, but the Taoist priest said first, "Please come in and let him work with the person in the mansion to develop the antidote."
"Whatever."
Jiang Jinhong nodded, and the Taoist priest said earnestly, "This is Master Jiang's benefactor."
Jiang Jinhong raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
"Master Jiang, you are blessed with good fortune and will surely be protected by Heaven. I will take my leave now!"
The Taoist priest casually lifted his robe and turned to leave. Jiang Jinhong asked from behind, "Taoist priest, when will we meet again?"
"All that comes and goes is but a dream!"
A moment later, the Taoist priest disappeared at the entrance of the Jiang residence. Jiang Jinhong felt a pang of sadness, but thinking of his daughter still lying in bed, he returned to his courtyard with a heavy heart.
Ruan Qingshang had cried until he lost all strength, and his whole body looked like a haggard, wooden statue, just staring blankly at the person on the bed.
Ayao stayed obediently by her side, holding her hand as if offering silent comfort.
Ling Jingchu sat to the side, holding a teacup in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on something else, looking gloomy.
"lady."
Ruan Qingshang turned his head blankly, looked at him, and didn't say anything.
"It's alright now, there's an antidote. Jing Chu found a renowned doctor, and you'll be fine soon."
Ruan Qingshang nodded blankly, then turned to look at Jiang Yunshu, who had become so thin in just a few days that she looked like one of the refugees outside the city.
How could her daughter have such a tragic fate...?
Her eyes were slightly moist, and a pair of hands gently brushed over them.
"Madam, why don't you go and get some sleep? You haven't slept for days. How can your body take this if you keep going like this?"
Ruan Qingshang's warm tears fell into Jiang Jinhong's palm as she choked out, "I'm fine, I want to watch over Ayun."
Jiang Jinhong sighed, feeling helpless.
A short while later, someone came from outside and said that the medicine had been decocted.
After Qing Shuang tested the poison, she gave it to Jiang Yunshu to feed. Ruan Qingshang took it and said in a low voice, as if sighing, "I'll do it."
Qing Shuang glanced at the lady, said only "Be careful, it's hot," and then let go.
Ruan Qingshang gently blew on the medicine, and Qingshuang pried open Jiang Yunshu's mouth to let her swallow the medicine.
"Is it hot, Ayun?" Ruan Qingshang asked in a low voice, her voice choked with sobs, tears rolling down her cheeks in large drops.
It took quite a while to finish the bowl of medicine.
Just as Ruan Qingshang was shedding tears, the person on the bed suddenly turned over and began to vomit while holding onto the edge of the bed.
Jiang Yunshu dreamed of the scene from her previous life again. In the dream, the Marquis and the old lady had changed their faces and directly fed her poisoned medicine.
The Marquis pressed his hand against her mouth, and the old lady kept pouring more into her mouth.
Her heart felt like it was on fire. She struggled desperately, but she couldn't overcome the Marquis's strength. The fiery poison felt like it was burning her whole body as it passed through her.
She woke up with a start, and all she wanted to do was vomit it all out.
She cannot die.
She must live!
"woke up!"
A familiar, warm embrace held her tightly, and the voices around her gradually became clearer.
Everyone was crying; her mother had soaked her shoulder with tears.
Qing Shuang wiped away her tears, while her father stood beside her, laughing and crying at the same time, looking rather strange.
She raised her eyes slightly and saw Ling Jingchu standing by the screen in her room.
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