Chapter 633 Jiang Nuanzhi: I want to slap myself!
After a long while, a long sigh disappeared into the prison.
“I knew this day would come from the day Li Rong returned. But I didn’t expect it to come so soon…”
Zhao Xiuyuan murmured, his voice seemingly filled with endless exhaustion.
"Father, the Zhao family was still destroyed by Xiu Yuan... Fortunately, I protected my little sister."
Jiang Nuanzhi had no idea what Zhao Xiuyuan was thinking. Of course, even if she did know, she wouldn't care. At this moment, she had arrived at the prison gate where Zhao Xiyue was being held.
The jailer was exceptionally sensible. Seeing the confusion in Jiang Nuanzhi's eyes, he carefully lowered his voice and said, "You probably don't know, but this Miss Zhao probably used some unclean things. When we went to arrest her, Princess Xiao had just thrown her out of the courtyard, as if she had brought that unclean thing into the palace."
Jiang Nuanzhi raised an eyebrow. It turned out she had misunderstood. It seemed that Zhao Xiyue really couldn't stay in the Prince's mansion anymore.
She immediately ordered the jailer to open the door, and Jiang Nuanzhi went inside and looked at Zhao Xiyue lying on the bed.
Upon closer inspection, one could see that large beads of sweat were dripping from her forehead, her pretty face was flushed crimson, her lips were trembling and she was almost biting them raw, and her legs were tightly clamped around the blanket. It seemed that the maid was afraid that others would see her in this state, so she covered her with another small blanket to hide her.
This is... an aphrodisiac?
Jiang Nuan stepped forward, wanting to take her hand to check her pulse.
The maid beside her turned pale with fright, and the next second she rushed forward to protect the scroll Zhao Xiyue was holding, looking as if she was ready to fight to the death.
"No! This painting is the last one by Mr. You'an that my young lady has ever had. Everyone says it's a fake and won't fetch a good price, so let's keep it for her. If she doesn't have this, she really will die!"
As she spoke, tears streamed down her face as she looked at Jiang Nuanzhi in terror.
He protected Zhao Xiyue with all his might.
Mr. You'an?
Why does this feel so familiar to Jiang Nuanzhi?
"Shut up! Stop crying! My master has deigned to treat her. If you dare to obstruct her again, we won't care if your young lady dies!"
Dong Cang's cold, reprimanding voice rang out, startling the little maid beside her who immediately held back her tears. Her eyes, however, held a hint of hope as she looked at Jiang Nuanzhi: "Is she really a doctor? Is my young lady saved?"
Jiang Nuanzhi didn't say much, but went up and pulled away the thing that Zhao Xiyue was holding tightly, and restrained her wrist.
"presumptuous!"
"You slut, you cripple, how dare you presume to be my wife? I am the future concubine of the Prince's mansion. Once I give birth to a son, I will be the future mistress of the house. You slut, how dare you touch me!"
"Get out! Get away! Don't touch my painting!"
"Let me go! Brother, save me!"
"Brother killed them!"
Even in her dazed state, Zhao Xiyue's mouth didn't stop. Although her voice was weak, it still had the same willful look that Jiang Nuanzhi had seen before.
When Zhao Xiyue's maid saw that Jiang Nuanzhi really didn't take the calligraphy and painting, she carefully smoothed out the wrinkles on the calligraphy and painting and then carefully rolled them up.
Jiang Nuanzhi placed her fingers on Zhao Xiyue's wrist, and her gaze inadvertently glanced at the words. The next second, she immediately felt that something was wrong.
He snatched the scroll away abruptly. Upon opening it, his expression grew increasingly strange.
Dongzang also came over and said, "Hey? Master, why do these characters look so familiar?"
Jiang Nuanzhi's expression grew increasingly strange; wasn't this familiar?
This is the one she and Lü Shizhu went out to sell together!
I bought this paper and pen myself, based on what A Rong wrote. I remember selling them to Hua Yue for 150 taels, which helped me out of my immediate predicament.
How did this thing end up in Zhao Xiyue's hands?
And what about that girl just now, Mr. You'an?
"My lord, you, you, you, this calligraphy is really worthless. It's probably a forgery. My young lady only spent a thousand taels of silver to buy it. You know that Mr. You'an's calligraphy costs at least ten thousand taels a piece. This is definitely a fake and not worth any money!"
"Look, it's just a piece of waste paper to you. Here, I'll give you Miss's jade hairpin. It's made of the finest mutton-fat jade, worth far more than this. Consider it payment for the consultation. This is our young lady's lifeblood, her last possession. If she wakes up and finds out I didn't protect it, I'll die. Please, please don't take it."
"Ten thousand taels."
Jiang Nuanzhi almost ground her teeth to powder.
I really want to slap myself.
Give Lü Shizhu another slap.
Give Huayue a few more slaps!
In the end, she gritted her teeth and gave the calligraphy and painting to the maid again.
Don't be angry, don't be angry. Maybe it was A-Rong who imitated someone else's handwriting.
Um... If I remember correctly, A Rong mentioned that his nickname was You An.
Ahhh!
If it were ten thousand taels, what would her suffering back then be worth?!
The maidservant hugged the calligraphy and painting tightly when she saw that the person in front of her did not take the jade hairpin. She then carefully looked at Jiang Nuanzhi's expression.
However, after taking the young lady's pulse, this nobleman's eyes reddened. Could it be that he felt sorry for her? Or perhaps he was a family member?
I just can't remember having such a person in my family.
Jiang Nuanzhi took two deep breaths until the throbbing veins on her forehead calmed down before she calmed down to listen to her pulse.
To elaborate, Zhao Xiyue's illness was due to congenital deficiencies, resulting in significantly weaker cardiopulmonary function. It now appears that she has been carefully cared for.
The deficiencies brought from the womb are difficult to remedy later, and proper care will likely involve many twists and turns.
We can't see anything else yet, and the most important thing is to cure her of this love poison first.
She poured out a few pills for clearing heat and detoxifying, and fed them to Zhao Xiyue. Then she covered the curtain, unbuttoned her clothes, and swiftly passed silver needles over several major acupoints on her body.
In no time, the blush on her face gradually faded.
After carefully taking her pulse again, Jiang Nuanzhi wrote down a prescription and gave it to the jailer beside her: "Decoct the medicine according to this prescription, three times a day, for three consecutive days."
Then, her gaze fell on the little girl: "Let me see her daily medicine."
The little girl was startled, but after hesitating, she still gave Jiang Nuanzhi the life-sustaining medicine that Zhao Xiyue used daily.
Jiang Nuanzhi poured out a pill, smelled it carefully, and then returned it: "I will have someone deliver the medicine to her in three days."
"Thank you, thank you." The little girl happily kowtowed to Jiang Nuanzhi.
Jiang Nuanzhi waved her hand, then tossed a bag of silver to the jailer.
"Keep a close eye on them. If anything goes wrong, you'll be held responsible!"
"Yes, yes!"
The jailer was so happy his mouth almost stretched to his ears.
Amidst the flattery of the jailer, Jiang Nuanzhi and Dong Cang escaped from the prison.
"Is this person trustworthy, Dongzang?"
Jiang Nuanzhi observed that the jailer was indeed shrewd and cunning. Furthermore, she had essentially revealed her identity as a doctor; when people talked about female doctors in the capital, she was probably the first person they would think of. It wouldn't matter if others knew, but if Xiao Yuanshan found out, it would be a bit troublesome.
I'm back, my darlings! This surgery was so mentally taxing, but I'm announcing that my recovery is over and I'll be back with updates. There will be another update later.
(End of this chapter)
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