Chapter 97 We must bring the chubby girl back to the capital!
Xie Liangchen frowned slightly, but before he could speak, he heard Afu say arrogantly, "Zhao Yuniang! Didn't you promise our young master to help take care of Chuntao today? How come you can't even do this simple thing well? Where are you?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuniang saw Xie Liangchen wiping away tears: "Liangchen, I brought her food this morning. How could you believe her when she said I didn't take care of her?"
I'm busy with housework and taking care of her. This yard, this house, every part needs someone to look after it. Even in the evenings, I have to cook for you, Liangchen.
People in our village usually eat two meals a day. Why does Sister Chuntao want me to cook three meals a day for her at fixed times? How can I possibly manage that?
Ah Fu actually spoke to me like that. If that's the case, I might as well let him take care of things; I'm not going to interfere anymore.
After saying that, she plopped down on the stool and cried loudly.
"You...you're talking nonsense! You clearly cooked lunch, and you ate it yourself with your mouth full of grease, but you wouldn't let me eat any!" Chun Tao retorted immediately!
"Why is Sister Chuntao slandering me? Since you hate me so much, I won't come tomorrow. You can take care of her yourselves!"
Zhao Yuniang wiped away her tears and said fiercely.
For a moment, Afu didn't know what to do. He knew in his heart that this Zhao Niangzi was definitely not someone to be trifled with, but he was really afraid that she would abandon him and leave him alone, so he glared at Chun Tao: "How could you slander Zhao Niangzi? She's injured and you still haven't stopped."
After saying that, he immediately looked at Zhao Yuniang with a smile: "Madam Zhao, please don't be angry. It was all just this little hussy making things up. Of course, we trust you, Madam Zhao. We still need you to take care of this family. I can't trust anyone else."
Xie Liangchen's tightly furrowed brows remained unchanged. He now knew that Chun Tao was not as kind as he had initially thought, and he also knew that Zhao Yuniang was no pushover.
After thinking for a moment, he took out two pieces of silver from his pocket and gave them to Zhao Yuniang: "This silver is for your hard work these past two days and for the food. Please keep it."
"Young Master, it's just helping to look after things for two days, there's no need for so much."
Ah Fu was so distressed that he stomped his feet, wanting to get the silver.
Zhao Yuniang's eyes lit up, and she quickly took the silver, saying happily, "Why should we talk about silver? But since you've given me this money, I'll keep it for you."
After saying that, she smiled and said, "Liangchen, come and eat. It'll get cold soon."
Xie Liangchen looked at the food on the plate in front of him and inexplicably recalled the aroma of meat he had smelled when he passed by Jiang Nuan's house.
The biscuit, which had previously seemed palatable, now tasted like chewing wax. After struggling to swallow a bite, it immediately gulped down a mouthful of water. It pursed its lips but said nothing. It ate slowly, bite by bite.
Afu took a bite, then frowned and muttered, "It's really not good. It's much worse than what Jiang Pangya had before."
Now that Afu is a bit smarter, he naturally doesn't dare to mutter it in front of Zhao Yuniang. He only said it when Zhao Yuniang went out to boil water. However, Xie Liangchen, who was sitting next to him, heard it all clearly.
Suddenly, I felt even more frustrated.
The next morning, instead of staying home to make medicine, Jiang Nuanzhi packed her bags and prepared to leave.
She left two taels of silver for the children and rode her horse toward Canglin.
Uncle Xin had previously sent back valuables; perhaps the situation was urgent, so she should go and check on him first. The agreed-upon deadline for delivering the ointment with Elder Lü was fifteen days, giving Jiang Nuanzhi ample time to travel back and forth.
Canglin City isn't too far from Gu Kui City and Pingning City, but it still takes eight or nine hours on horseback. Jiang Nuanzhi might not be back for two or three days. Fortunately, Li Rong has regained consciousness at home. Lü Shizhu doesn't want to go home and insists on staying at her house to help process the medicinal herbs. He's agreed with Old Master Lü to stay at their house that night. Jiang Nuanzhi feels more at ease leaving the child and Li Rong with him.
They traveled southeast until dusk before finally entering the territory of Canglin City.
Xiao Li was exhausted, after all, she was carrying Jiang Nuanzhi, such a chubby little boy. Jiang Nuanzhi had to rest three times along the way. Finally, they found a place to rest.
It was still ten miles away from the military camp where Xinbo was serving. Going there rashly would easily lead to being scammed, so she decided to settle down first and scout things out before making any decisions.
We ate dinner in the inn's lobby, and afterwards went to the teahouse next door to listen to storytelling. We quickly learned about the culture of Canglin, which now seems quite similar to that of the ancient city of Kui.
However, Canglin is more bustling. On the way back to the inn, there's a whole street of night market. Vendors from all walks of life stroll through the streets and alleys, and boats come and go on the lake, creating a lively scene. Even at night, it's a picture of peace and prosperity.
Jiang Nuanzhi wandered the streets of Canglin City, intentionally or unintentionally inquiring about the buying and selling of slaves.
But his gaze casually swept over a potted plant stall and suddenly froze.
A hint of fervor flashed in Jiang Nuanzhi's eyes. If she wasn't mistaken, this should be a chili pepper!
Jiang Nuanzhi, who truly loves spicy food, never expected that Canglin would have such a thing!
"Hey sir, how much is this?"
Three days ago, Kyoto.
The physician was so excited that his fingers were trembling.
His aged hand picked up the white handkerchief and wiped the blood from the tip of the nose of the sickly emperor lying on the dragon bed.
He held the bloodstain to his nose and smelled it; his body even trembled.
"Sanqi! Sanqi! Did you see that?! This isn't my imagination, it really works! I told you I took the same poison as the Emperor before, and that chubby little girl could dispel my poison. It should work on the Emperor too, look!"
Sanqi was equally excited, her eyes filled with joy: "Grandmaster, can the Emperor's poison be cured?"
The divine physician frowned, a hint of regret in his cloudy eyes: "No, I'm not proficient enough in this acupuncture technique. The Emperor's illness is far more complex than mine."
As he spoke, his aged hand suddenly grabbed Sanqi's arm: "Sanqi, you must go to Gu Kui City quickly! You must bring that fat girl back to the capital."
Sanqi's expression hardened: "Grandmaster, going to Gu Kui City now is probably not a good idea. The Regent's men have been searching for the Sixth Prince in Gu Kui City. I'm afraid..."
"Remember not to reveal your whereabouts. Handle this matter discreetly." Doctor Que composed himself. "If all else fails, use the matter of Li Rong or Xie Liangchen to distract the Regent. He shouldn't be focused on a woman all the time. Be careful, and it might work. If things really get difficult, you can seek help from the Empress Dowager."
"Yes, Grandmaster."
"There is no time to lose. You must set off immediately. Remember, at all costs, you must bring the person back to Kyoto."
"yes!"
Doctor Que clenched his fists, watching Sanqi's departing figure, his cloudy eyes filled with an unprecedented solemnity.
Sanqi, the fate of our nation now rests entirely on whether you can bring people back.
The second day after Jiang Nuanzhi left home.
Young Master Lü sat on a chair in the courtyard with his legs crossed, recounting incessantly how he escaped from the ancestral hall after being imprisoned by his father.
Xiao Er, Bao Zhu, and Xiao Xuan Ting were all stunned by what they heard.
Even Big Black was lying on the ground, its eyes wide open, staring straight at him.
Inside the room, Li Rong's lips twitched as he listened. What on earth was this brat teaching his children?
Unfortunately, he was too weak to do anything but listen, which at least provided a little bit of relaxation in his life.
Just then, a boy suddenly burst through the door.
The boy rode a chestnut horse, dressed in ordinary black clothes. When he got close, he nimbly dismounted.
"But is it Dr. Jiang's house? Where is Dr. Jiang?"
Goodnight, babies! (It'll be past midnight tomorrow.)
(End of this chapter)
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