Chapter 77 Disaster Relief Porridge
Doctor Li was indeed quite capable. After struggling for quite some time, he actually made the fingers on Jiang Qingyue's right hand tremble slightly.
Que'er's heart suddenly began to rise, and she didn't know whether she should find an excuse to explain the truth to Dr. Li.
But just as Doctor Li stopped, he was called away by Jiang Shouye.
"Master Jiang."
There was some annoyance between Jiang Shouye's brows.
If it weren't for that incident, Doctor Li would still be the Jiang family's official physician.
He is an excellent doctor and is very attentive to Jiang Wanyin, Jiang Guiyu, and other people in the mansion.
But now, it has benefited Master Lin's family.
"You also know that I have different political views with Grand Tutor Lin, and he likes to harp on even the smallest mistakes.
Doctor Li, the Jiang family has treated you well. You shouldn't say anything nonsense about Qingyue's incident today, right?"
Doctor Li already knew what he was going to say when he was called over.
There was fear on his face, but only disdain in his heart.
"Don't worry, Lord Jiang. I came here only to say that something happened at home, and I didn't mention anything about the mansion. The Jiang family has been very kind to me, and I would never do something like betraying my former master."
Jiang Shouye felt relieved only after getting his promise.
He gave Doctor Li a reward of silver as a consultation fee.
Doctor Li confiscated it and said that he was just repaying a favor to the Jiang family.
He was a smart man and immediately said goodbye and left.
Thinking of Jiang Qingyue, Doctor Li was filled with helplessness and could only sigh.
At this time, Jiang Mingyang was scolded by Jiang Shouye. Mrs. Jiang protected her son and pleaded in a low voice.
"Qingyue was only slightly injured and didn't die. Why are you scolding Mingyang like that?"
"How dare you say that! You bastard! There are so many doctors in Yanjing City, are they all useless and only Doctor Li can save people?"
"He's being nosy by calling Doctor Li over, and this matter will eventually reach the ears of Master Lin.
My current situation in the court is precarious, and I will be dismissed if I am not careful.
Don't you know how many eyes are on my position as Minister of Revenue? How many people are hoping that something bad will happen to me? "
Mrs. Jiang hesitated, "But Doctor Li has already promised not to say anything more."
"Idiot, you believe everything he says? He is now Master Lin's man!"
Mrs. Jiang shrank her head and spoke up for her youngest son. "Mingyang may be a little impatient, but if it weren't for him, Qingyue's hand would have been really broken."
Jiang Shouye dropped the teacup beside him, and Jiang Mingyang immediately raised his sleeve to cover it.
Mrs. Jiang was not hurt, but Jiang Mingyang's cheek was cut by the fragments.
"Jiang Shouye!"
She protected her son and screamed hysterically.
"I may have married into the Jiang family, but my family is still very much connected. If you insist, I will take Ming Yang and Gui Yu back to my family."
Seeing that she was really angry, Jiang Shouye held it in for a long time before cursing, "A loving mother often spoils her son!"
Then he flicked his sleeves and left.
Seeing that Jiang Shouye had left, Mrs. Jiang hugged Jiang Mingyang, feeling sad. She didn't mean it, so why did she say that to him!
She wanted to comfort Jiang Qingyue, but when she thought of her cold face, her desire to go also cooled.
After thinking for a while, Madam Jiang pulled Jiang Mingyang and coughed, "You were beaten just now, right? Go to your yard and I'll apply some medicine for you."
Then, he turned around and told Que'er, "Take good care of Qingyue. If you need anything, come to me."
"Yes, ma'am." Que'er nodded and saluted.
Then go to the kitchen and wait for the medicine to be boiled.
Que'er brought the medicine and saw Jiang Qingyue sitting there silently, and her heart suddenly tightened.
"Madam, you are really going too far. Master Mingyang's injury would have healed a little later, but you still went to apply medicine. The one who really needs care is obviously you, young lady."
"Give me the medicine."
Jiang Qingyue interrupted her, obviously not wanting to listen anymore.
After drinking the medicine, Que'er retreated tactfully, but stood guard at the door, not daring to leave.
As soon as Jiang Qingyue closed her eyes, all she could see was Mrs. Jiang's ferocious face.
She knew that the Jiang family was heartless and disloyal, but she really couldn't imagine that Mrs. Jiang, as her biological mother, could be so cruel.
My heart, which had already become numb, suddenly ached twice, and then returned to silence after a moment.
Fortunately, she never expected it.
In the Begonia Garden, a servant came to report.
"Miss, our porridge stall has been set up and the rice has been delivered. We can open the stall and distribute porridge tomorrow morning."
Jiang Guiyu coughed twice and said, "Tell the mansion to prepare the carriage. I will go there myself tomorrow."
The maid looked at the wound on her forehead with concern, "But can your body withstand it?"
Jiang Guiyu coughed twice at the right time.
"I'm the one who's going to give out porridge to the poor, so naturally I have to show up."
The next morning, Jiang Guiyu was dressed in simple and elegant clothes again, and left the city with only two maids.
The wound on her forehead was no longer noticeable, but she still asked the maid to put on some flowers for her, which made her pale and sickly face look more charming.
Knowing that there would be porridge distribution today, these hungry and cold refugees were waiting there early.
The porridge in the porridge stall had been prepared long ago, but it was still not open.
The people complained bitterly.
Just at this moment, a carriage came from a distance, with more than a dozen guards standing by, making a huge scene.
As soon as Jiang Guiyu lifted the curtain of the car, a gust of cold wind blew in, making her shiver.
"Second Miss, you should put on your cloak to keep warm."
Jiang Guiyu pushed the things away and said, "No need for that. The people are all starving and freezing, but I'm greedy for a cloak to keep warm. Wouldn't it be disheartening for the people to see me?"
Cuizhu said angrily, "Young lady, you are so kindhearted and considerate of these refugees. But Third Miss, you are all adorned with gold and silver, only caring about showing off. You are truly no match for Second Miss."
Jiang Guiyu endured the cold wind and coughed lightly a few times.
"Okay, let's go over there."
After getting off the carriage, the refugees immediately started talking.
"Whose lady is this? She is so pretty."
"Who else could it be? It must be the second young lady of the Jiang family who is distributing porridge today."
"I heard that this second young lady was born with a weak constitution, was born into wealth but has always been frugal, and has a kind heart. She is simply a living Bodhisattva."
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Jiang Guiyu behaved in a dignified and generous manner, distributing porridge with his own hands and speaking in a gentle and polite tone.
Immediately, there was endless praise and it won the hearts of the people.
"Sister, I'm hungry."
A child as thin as a monkey came from somewhere, dirty all over, like a little beggar.
She was pulling at Jiang Guiyu's clothes, making the plain white silk dress dirty.
"Where did you come from, little wild boy? How dare you offend my young lady!"
Cuizhu shouted at him, and a woman quickly ran over and took the child away.
Jiang Guiyu stopped Cuizhu, took a steamed bun, and made a bowl of porridge for them.
But when she turned around, she still had a smile on her face, but where no one could see, she used her handkerchief to sweep the corner of her clothes.
At this moment, the sound of horse hooves was heard. Everyone looked back and saw a handsome man coming down from the horse. He was wearing a brocade robe embroidered with nine python patterns, revealing his innate nobility.
Jiang Guiyu looked up and recognized that it was the Seventh Prince, Chu Hean.
The people knelt down and saluted, not daring to look directly at the prince's majesty.
Chu Hean strode over, his eyes swept up and down Jiang Guiyu, finally settling on the flower ornament on her forehead.
"I didn't expect Miss Jiang to come personally to distribute porridge. She is so kind."
After a pause, he continued, "My mother is going to hold a banquet in a few days to raise money for these refugees. Second Miss, you've opened a tent to give out porridge, which is a great deed. I'll have my mother send an invitation to you sisters when the time comes."
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