Chapter 52: Speculating on Jiang Wenjin's Background
Jiang Nanyuan saw that he could really see her. What on earth was going on? She thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out.
Jiang Wenjin saw her standing there for a long time without saying anything, and was just about to ask more questions when Wenzhu came over with a bowl of medicine.
"Sir, the medicine is here. Are you still in pain? Come and drink the medicine."
Jiang Wenjin saw Wenzhu enter the room and walk straight towards her bed without even looking in the direction of Jiang Nanyuan.
"Wenzhu, who is that woman? Why is she in our house?"
After hearing Jiang Wenjin's words, Wenzhu looked around the room and then shook her head in confusion, "Master, there's no one in the room. Did you see it wrongly?"
Is the eldest master's eyes blurry from the fever? Who is there in the room?
Jiang Wenjin looked in the direction of Jiang Nanyuan again, and saw that she was indeed standing there without moving. He subconsciously rubbed his eyes and looked again, but the person was gone.
"Strange, could it be that I'm really sick and my eyes are blurry?"
Jiang Wenjin muttered something in a low voice, took the medicine from Wenzhu's hand and drank it.
Wen Zhu saw that he had drunk the medicine, so he walked over to him and helped him lie down. Then he covered him with the quilt and tucked it in. "Young Master, you should get some sleep. I will be guarding the door. If you need anything, just call me."
Jiang Wenjin did feel sleepy after drinking the medicine. He nodded and then closed his eyes.
Wenzhu was guarding outside, and at this time, Xing'er sneaked out while Wenzhu was not paying attention.
Jiang Nanyuan, who was standing at the door, saw all of this and immediately followed. She saw Xing'er heading towards the courtyard of the palace doctor.
When they got outside the yard, Xing'er looked around before walking in, and Jiang Nanyuan immediately followed.
Strange, what is the maid in Jiang Wenjin's yard doing here?
She followed him in and stopped outside one of the rooms, where she could hear the sound of conversation.
"Doctor of the Palace, what should we do now? There has been no news from Concubine Liu for several days. Should we continue to give the medicine to the eldest son?"
"Eat, eat, eat! How should we eat it? The ingredients needed for that medicine are extremely precious. We don't have any money. And now Aunt Liu has gone somewhere. How can we give it to him? Do you have any money?"
"I don't have any, but if the eldest master doesn't continue to eat, will he die?"
"Humph! There's nothing we can do about his death. This is his fate. If Aunt Liu hadn't kept him around to impress the Marquis, he would have died long ago. After all, he's not Aunt Liu's son, so let him die."
When Jiang Nanyuan heard this, she lowered her head and seemed to be lost in thought. Suddenly, she had heard another huge secret.
Jiang Wenjin wasn't Liu Shuang's son? No wonder she was so indifferent to him.
In other words, the reason why Jiang Wenjin is so weak now is all because of Liu Shuang. She has been feeding him poison for so many years. When she needs to win favor, she increases the dosage of the medicine, which makes Jiang Nanfeng feel distressed.
In this way, Jiang Nanfeng would have no way to take care of other concubines.
I have to say, she is really calculating. I'm afraid that when her youngest son Jiang Ming grows up, Jiang Wenjin will no longer be necessary.
But if he is not Liu Shuang's son, then whose son is he?
Could it be...
Jiang Nanyuan thought of a possibility and widened her eyes. No, she had to go back and ask Lin Zhixue first.
Jiang Nanyuan did not continue to listen to their conversation, but left the Marquis' Mansion and returned to the house.
Lin Zhixue was sitting in the yard talking to Bai Zhi. Seeing Jiang Nanyuan coming back, Lin Zhixue stood up and walked over. "Yuan'er, where have you been so early this morning? Qiuyue said you didn't even have breakfast this morning. Have you eaten yet? Bai Zhi, go get the food from the kitchen."
"Yes, Madam." Baizhi and Qiuyue went downstairs together and brought out the food. The food had been kept warm in the pot and was still warm when it was brought out.
"Thank you, mother." Jiang Nanyuan's nose felt sore. She hadn't felt such warmth for a long time.
She didn't feel it just now, but after hearing what Lin Zhixue said, she finally realized how hungry she was. She walked into the house and sat down. Lin Zhixue also walked into the house and stayed with her.
Jiang Nanyuan took the handkerchief from Qiuyue's hand, wiped her hands, sat down at the table and started eating.
After dinner, Qiuyue and Baizhi cleared the dishes away together. Jiang Nanyuan wiped his mouth and then turned his head to stare at Lin Zhixue for a long time.
Lin Zhixue felt a little uncomfortable with her staring gaze, "Yuan'er, why are you staring at me? Is there something dirty on my face?" After Lin Zhixue said this, she reached out and wiped her face.
Jiang Nanyuan shook her head. She hadn't noticed it before, but now she felt that Jiang Wenjin did look a bit like Lin Zhixue, especially their eyes. They were so damn similar.
"Mom, I want to ask you a question. When you gave birth to my brother, were you sure it was stillborn?"
Hearing Jiang Nanyuan's question, Lin Zhixue was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes instantly turned red.
She recalled the situation at that time. She had just given birth and heard the baby crying a few times at first. The midwife also brought the baby to her and asked her to look at the baby. At that time, she clearly saw a red plum blossom mark on the baby's buttocks.
But after a while, the midwife took the child away and the child's crying was no longer heard.
The midwife hurriedly brought the child to her and looked at him, saying that the child could not be carried through and was gone.
Lin Zhixue was heartbroken at the time and didn't think too much about it. She looked and saw that the child was indeed dead. She fainted from crying.
When she woke up again, Nanny Zhao told her that the child had been buried. Since then, Lin Zhixue has been devastated and her health has been getting worse day by day.
Now hearing what Jiang Nanyuan said, could it be that there was something fishy about what happened before?
Could it be that the child was not dead when he came here, but was killed by them?
Thinking of this, she immediately turned to look at Jiang Nanyuan, nervously grabbing her wrist, "Yuan'er, there's a red plum blossom birthmark on his butt. Have you found out anything? Is it possible that the child wasn't dead originally, but was killed by Aunt Zhao?"
Jiang Nanyuan patted the back of her hand and shook her head gently, "Mom, I haven't found anything, I'm just asking out of curiosity."
It’s better not to tell Lin Zhixue about her guess now, as she is not sure whether her guess is correct. When she heard Lin Zhixue say that the birthmark was on the buttocks, she was in trouble again.
How could I verify this? Could I just break into his room and watch him take a shower?
She felt nauseous just thinking about it, so forget it. She thought the servant named Wenzhu seemed loyal, so she might as well ask him when the time comes.
After making up her mind, she spoke a few more words to Lin Zhixue, and then Lin Zhixue went back to her room first. She felt a little sad when talking about this matter, so Bai Zhi helped her back to the room to rest.
After she left, Jiang Nanyuan took out the post and looked at it again. The date was tomorrow, so urgent. It seemed that this post must have been sent to her at the last minute. She would go and take a closer look tomorrow to see what was going on.
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