Chapter 42 His Cloak, on Her
He Peilan waved at her with a gentle tone that made people feel close to her.
Mrs. Jiang felt a little uncomfortable.
She brought Jiang Guiyu over earlier, and just calling her "Aunt" made He Peilan furious.
But today, He Peilan acted so close to Jiang Qingyue. If Gui Yu knew about this, I wonder how sad he would be.
"Qingyue, why are you so rude? Why don't you call for help?"
Mrs. Jiang reminded in a low voice, and she became more determined in her heart to ask Mr. Jiang Qingyue to teach her the rules.
"Meet the Marquis."
Jiang Qingyue bowed politely.
Mrs. Jiang was a little surprised.
She didn't even call He Peilan "Auntie", but just called her "Madam" as she did with her.
Mrs. Jiang's heart suddenly became balanced, and a smile appeared on her face.
"You kid, why are you so angry with me?"
He Peilan walked up to her and took her hand directly.
"We are all family, there is no need for these empty formalities."
Before Jiang Qingyue could say anything, He Peilan had already taken her to sit down and patted her hand gently.
"Don't be so distant from me in the future. Just call me aunt."
Jiang Qingyue didn't say anything, just smiled obediently.
Mrs. Jiang was even more satisfied.
He Peilan pulled Jiang Qingyue to sit down. "I didn't expect that it was you who saved me that day. My son is stupid. He is usually very capable, but it took him so long to find you in this matter."
Jin Yao was secretly shocked when she heard this.
He Peilan withdrew her gaze and saw the old wound on the back of Jiang Qingyue's hand and her frail body. She felt a lump in her throat and could only sigh.
"Qingyue, don't you know medicine? Go and check on your aunt."
Just as Mrs. Jiang finished speaking, He Peilan had already reached out her hand.
Jiang Qingyue carefully placed a cushion on the table, and gently placed He Peilan's hand on it.
When the cold fingers touched her, He Peilan's face darkened slightly.
"Yin Yao, hurry up and move the charcoal basin closer. Jin Yao, go get a hand warmer."
She held Jiang Qingyue's hand in her palm and said distressedly, "Girl, why are your hands so cold? It's already the twelfth lunar month, why are you wearing so little clothes?"
Mrs. Jiang's face was full of shame. She had neglected her own daughter so much.
But in the final analysis, it was because Jiang Qingyue was not close to her. Every time she wanted to hold Jiang Qingyue's hand, she would be avoided. As a mother, she felt really wronged.
When she looked up, He Peilan had already put the fox fur cloak hanging next to her on Jiang Qingyue's shoulders.
The room is so warm, there is no need for this.
Her body was damaged when she was in the northern border, and her hands and feet are cold all year round.
She's used to it.
Most importantly, this thing is for men...
Jiang Qingyue wanted to take it off, but He Peilan held the collar for her.
"I just made this for Lingyun. It's still new and he hasn't worn it yet."
When Jiang Qingyue heard that it belonged to Xie Lingyun, she was even more afraid to touch it.
Mrs. Jiang, who was also shocked for a moment, remembered Jiang Shouye's words and followed He Peilan's advice:
"Since we're all family, it's okay to warm up a bit. You're already weak, and you've just recovered from a serious illness. Don't catch a cold again."
Suddenly someone came in wrapped in the cold wind.
Jiang Qingyue looked up and saw Xie Lingyun.
He recognized it as his own cloak at a glance.
This thing fits him perfectly, but on Jiang Qingyue, it feels empty, like a child wearing adult clothes.
Xie Lingyun frowned. Why is she so thin?
Seeing him frown, Jiang Qingyue immediately stood up, took off her cloak to avoid suspicion, and stood aside properly, making Xie Lingyun almost think that she was a maid in her mother's room.
"Why are you so scared, kid?"
He Peilan felt sorry for Jiang Qingyue, while at the same time she laughed and scolded Xie Lingyun.
"How did you get here?"
"Come and see Mother."
Xie Lingyun glanced at Jiang Qingyue and asked, "Have you taken my mother's pulse?"
Mrs. Jiang quickly replied, "See you now."
She had a smile on her face and urged Jiang Qingyue softly, but she was worried in her heart that Jiang Qingyue was not presentable. She just wanted to see Xie Lingyun, so was it necessary for her to hide like this?
"I've already checked it."
Jiang Qingyue suddenly spoke.
"In addition to this external injury, Madam Hou has some chronic illnesses that have lasted for many years."
She looked at He Peilan and asked, "Madam, do you always feel hot and dry at night and have trouble sleeping? Even when you do sleep, do you often have nightmares? Besides loss of appetite, you have phlegm in your throat, and sometimes you feel anxious and sweaty. You also feel tightness and discomfort in your forehead and a dull pain in your lower back."
Every time she spoke calmly, everyone present had a different expression.
"It may seem like a minor ailment, but it's actually a stubborn, old one. I might feel better for a while after taking medicine, but it will come back after ten days or half a month."
Xie Lingyun's eyes darkened slightly.
These are indeed my mother's old problems, which keep recurring and are very troublesome.
They just said that Jiang Qingyue hadn't taken the patient's pulse yet, but she was able to diagnose it with just one glance?
Mrs. Jiang was also startled, then she said happily, "Qingyue, did you really diagnose it?"
Xie Lingyun's face darkened slightly, and he spoke in a cold voice, "My mother has been suffering from an old illness for many years. Madam Jiang seems very happy?"
Mrs. Jiang realized she had lost her composure and quickly explained, "Your Highness misunderstood. I was happy because I thought that since Qingyue had diagnosed your mother's illness, it must be curable."
Xie Lingyun's slightly gloomy eyes were deep and bottomless, and his originally unfocused eyes revealed a hint of creepy coldness.
Mrs. Jiang began to panic.
Everyone knew that this young general had once single-handedly stormed into an enemy camp and slew an enemy general. Despite his youth, he was meticulous and decisive, even his own father, the Marquis of Xuanping, was wary of him.
This is the accusation of this God of Death. Even if the two families are related, he would probably still be angry.
"Alright, alright."
He Peilan pulled Jiang Qingyue back to her side and asked curiously, "How did you know my condition when you haven't even taken my pulse yet?"
Jiang Qingyue had naturally already taken her pulse.
She was busy saving lives that day and had no time to think about anything else.
And today, in the moment she placed He Peilan's hand on the cushion, she had already determined the symptoms of the marquis' wife.
Jin Yao and Yin Yao's faces also showed joy.
"Then is our old lady's illness easy to cure?"
Jiang Qingyue was silent for a moment, then said, "It's not difficult to treat, but it's an old illness, so we need to treat it slowly."
The two maids cried for joy.
Xie Lingyun frowned and looked at the little girl beside her mother. She was quiet and well-behaved. What had she done to her mother?
If you take it slow, won't you be able to take charge of the Marquis's Mansion?
Xie Lingyun sat up straight and said in a cold and solemn voice, "You made such a big promise today, what if you fail to cure my mother..."
"I'll try my best."
Although she was trying her best, Jiang Qingyue was completely confident.
Although He Peilan's old illness was troublesome, it wasn't a big deal at all, but...
"I need to use some precious medicinal herbs. I will take them back and make them into pills. I will have them delivered to you. Let Madam Hou take them first to try."
He Peilan scolded her: "Why do you keep calling her Madam Hou? I just call her Aunt."
Changing the subject, she asked again, "What herbs do you need? I'll ask someone to prepare them right away."
Jiang Qingyue mentioned several kinds of medicinal herbs, all of which were rare and hard to find, and their value was already over ten thousand taels.
Xie Lingyun didn't feel embarrassed at all.
"Yin Yao, go prepare it. If we don't have any in our mansion, we can go buy some outside."
Since they were all female relatives, Xie Lingyun didn't want to stay any longer, so he left after saying that.
As soon as he was discharged from the hospital, Xie Lingyun called Doctor Qian over and told him one by one the medicinal herbs that Jiang Qingyue needed.
"How do these herbs help my mother's condition?"
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