Chapter 4 Poor (Revised) For smart people, poor acting...
A day off, close to the hour of noon.
The court doctor knelt on the embroidered carpet and lowered his head to feel the girl's pulse through the silk cloth.
Wen Ying leaned back in the lady's chair and yawned lightly with sleepy eyes.
The injury on her back hasn't healed yet, and she had a busy day yesterday, so she needs to rest.
Who knew what was wrong with the Prime Minister? He woke her up from her sleep early in the morning on a day off just to take her pulse.
Yan Jing sat on a sandalwood chair two steps away from Wen Ying, holding a book and quietly reading while waiting.
After a moment, the court doctor relaxed his pulse, took a step back, and said in a deep voice, "I have carefully examined Miss Liu's pulse and confirmed that you are fine. Please rest assured."
This sentence completely dispelled Wen Ying's sleepiness. She opened her eyes wide and said with a hint of shock, "Are you okay?"
The symptoms of a cold caused by drowning can be serious or minor, so she bribed the court doctor early in the morning and asked him to prolong her illness for a few more days. The court doctor thought she was just a girl with feelings and readily agreed.
Furthermore, even if she used her internal force to disrupt her pulse and made the court doctor unable to detect the injury on her back, it should not have been the result of "no harm".
Yan Jing heard the sound, looked over, and smiled, "Miss Liu has recovered, and her voice is indeed much louder."
Wen Ying realized that she had overreacted, so she coughed lightly and regained her usual soft voice: "Doctor, are you sure you didn't take the wrong pulse?"
As he spoke, he leaned forward slightly, took off a jade bracelet from his wrist, and was about to quietly pass it to the court doctor, but the latter firmly refused by taking another step back.
"Miss Liu," the court doctor said solemnly, as if he was not the one who received the gold and silver a few days ago, "Please trust my medical skills. I will never take the wrong pulse."
Wen Ying frowned as she watched his reaction.
She realized that this situation was not due to the high price or human greed, but was caused by the pressure that the court doctor could not resist.
There is only one person who can do this.
"In that case," Yan Jing put down the book in his hand, lowering his dark eyes, "If I keep the young lady in the mansion any longer, I'm afraid it will damage her reputation."
Why didn’t you think about “the lady’s reputation” when you broke into her bedroom late at night a few days ago?
Wen Ying secretly ground her back teeth.
She knew the words were meant to drive her away, but why?
She had just given him a priceless jade pendant yesterday. Even if he was not attracted to her, he should not have tried to drive her away.
There was no time for her to come up with a solution. The host had already spoken, and it would be shameless for her to refuse to leave.
"Your Excellency is absolutely right."
Rather than letting Yan Jing finish the sentence, Wen Ying decided to stand up first and bowed slightly to Yan Jing: "Thank you for your careful care these days, I won't bother you any more."
After saying that, he walked out the door without looking back.
Looking at his back, he seems a little unconvinced.
Yan Jing's fingertips touched the ring on his left hand and rubbed it gently.
To explore her purpose, we must first look at her first reaction after being thwarted in her mission.
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The carriage was wobbling.
Wen Ying's face was puffed up with anger. She collapsed against the wall of the car, crossed her arms over her chest, and muttered something: "Idiot... you deserve it... I owe you..."
Chuntao couldn't help laughing when she saw her young lady's appearance, and got a glare from Wen Ying.
"You're still laughing!" Wen Ying slapped Chun Tao's hand in anger. "You're still laughing even after being kicked out. What should we do now?"
Unexpectedly, Chuntao was not anxious at all. Instead, she smiled and took a step closer to Wen Ying, took her hand and said, "Miss, being kicked out may not be a bad thing. Think about the stories we have read. Which one does not have such a plot?"
After hearing this, Wen Ying frowned and recalled it, and found that it was true.
"The conflict between the heroine and the hero is just a means to enhance their relationship." Chuntao analyzed proudly, feeling that she had grasped the truth.
Wen Ying agreed with this and asked quickly, "Good Chuntao, help me think about what to do next?"
Chun Tao's face froze when she asked this question. She hadn't thought about what to do next. But facing the young lady's expectant eyes, she couldn't say "I don't know" and could only bite the bullet and continue to analyze.
"Next... Next, we have to see what the hero does! He may seem to be driving you away, but in fact, he must be waiting for you somewhere!"
Chuntao's nonsense was heard by Wen Ying, who didn't understand love.
Wen Ying sat up straight, slowly closed her eyes, and maximized her senses.
The vendors' shouting, the children's playing, the women's crying...
Two stealthy footsteps.
Wen Ying suddenly opened her eyes, reached out to lift the car curtain, and quickly glanced out the window.
Everyone was moving about normally, except for two men in plain clothes who seemed not to have expected her to suddenly open the curtain. There was a moment of panic, which she keenly noticed.
Yan Jing was sending someone to follow her.
Is it because you are worried?
"This man is really weird. If he likes her, why should he chase her away?" Wen Ying muttered in a low voice, somewhat confused about the Prime Minister's thinking.
Are all writers so twisted?
Wen Ying put her hand down, and the curtain dropped, blocking the view inside the carriage.
Although she didn't know why Yan Jing pushed her out, she could give Yan Jing a reason to take her back.
The carriage drove along the street, and the noise outside gradually faded away, replaced by the tranquility of wind and birds.
They came to a place near the outskirts of the capital.
Wen Ying got off the carriage and stood in front of a wooden door. She looked up at the plaque on the top of the door, which read "Liu Mansion" in flowing words.
Considering the possibility of being driven out, Wen Ying bought a house when she first entered the capital.
I just didn't expect to use it so soon.
Wen Ying took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
Soon, she heard a commotion behind the door, the sound of pots and pans colliding, and it seemed that someone had fallen down.
A moment later, the door opened.
A middle-aged woman with a simple bun opened the door. She was a little stunned when she saw Wen Ying, but then she immediately reacted and respectfully called out, "Miss."
Wen Ying said "hmm", then walked in and casually called out, "Where's the master?"
"Master?" Chuntao widened her eyes and repeated it in a somewhat bewildered tone.
Wen Ying turned a deaf ear to him, walked through the somewhat deserted courtyard, and went straight to the innermost room in the mansion.
When I tried to push the door open, it opened from the inside.
A vigorous old man with white hair and silver beard walked out. When he met Wen Ying's gaze, he was stunned for a moment. He was about to shout out two words that came to his mind, but Wen Ying got there first.
“Daddy!”
Uncle Liu was shocked by these two words. Before he could say anything, Wen Ying hugged him and said, "My daughter misses you so much!"
This is really embarrassing for Uncle Liu. How dare he use the name of Master Wen?
Uncle Liu was so frightened that he almost jumped up, and hurriedly tried to push Wen Ying away: "Little..."
Before he uttered the last word of the address, Uncle Liu lowered his head and saw Wen Ying's calm features.
From the moment she recognized Uncle Liu, Wen Ying explained her current situation to him clearly, and overnight she let Uncle Liu and the only old servant of the Wen family she could find move into the house in case of emergency.
Wen Ying just shook her head calmly, put her arms around Uncle Liu and wrote a word on his back.
Uncle Liu understood what he meant, tried to calm himself down, pursed his lips and scolded, "Unfilial daughter, you still have the nerve to come back?"
After saying that, he pushed Wen Ying away with both hands. He didn't dare to really hurt the girl, so he didn't use much force.
Wen Ying stumbled back a few steps, covered her chest, and looked at Uncle Liu in disbelief: "Dad, what's wrong with you?"
"You..." Uncle Liu was about to lose control of the situation and didn't know what to say. He saw Wen Ying secretly mouthing words to him from a place where no one else could see. He tried his best to identify them:
"You're talking nonsense in front of so many people? Falling into the water? Falling into the water! Everyone knows that you were taken away and sent out by the Prime Minister. Who would want you?"
Wen Ying wiped away her nonexistent tears in an exaggerated manner and stretched out her hand as if to win back her father's cold heart:
“Daddy…”
"Alright!" Uncle Liu couldn't act any longer, so he simply closed his eyes and pretended to be resolute. He turned away and said, "I will just pretend that I don't have a daughter like you."
When Wen Ying heard this, she felt dizzy for a moment and leaned back, falling into Chuntao's arms.
Chun Tao had understood what the young lady meant when Wen Ying called her "Daddy" for the first time. At this moment, she followed Wen Ying's play seamlessly and said in a trembling voice, "Young lady, what should we do now?"
Wen Ying raised her eyes, full of sorrow, as if she was taking one last look at her father, and then she replied sadly, "Let's go...let's go."
Chun Tao supported Wen Ying and walked out slowly. She didn't show it on her face, but whispered in a low voice: "Miss, Master Yan can see through Uncle Liu's acting skills at a glance."
"That's not the point." Wen Ying also answered in a whisper, glancing at the small teahouse opposite the mansion as if unintentionally, and added the second half of the sentence, "For smart people, a woman with poor acting skills is far more reassuring than a superb actor."
"Then tell Uncle Liu and the others to say things like 'I don't know how the young lady is doing' or 'I'll get her back soon' from time to time. That will be enough to create the image of a loving father who cooperates with his daughter in acting."
Chun Tao suddenly realized, but soon felt something was wrong: "Miss, where did you see these plots?"
"'Secrets of the Night Palace', I'll show it to you next time."
A private room on the second floor of the teahouse opposite the Liu Mansion.
While Yan Jing was playing chess, he heard his subordinate's report and looked at the person who spoke in surprise: "She really did that?"
The subordinate actually didn't understand what Wen Ying was doing and just nodded silently.
Yan Jing raised his eyebrows slightly, tapped the grid chessboard leisurely with his fingertips, and lowered his eyes in thought.
The poor acting obviously had not been discussed or rehearsed in advance.
Wen Ying is not a stupid person. What is her purpose in putting on this flawed play for herself?
Act like you have nowhere to go, so that he will feel sympathy and look for a chance to get close to you again?
Or... is he really overthinking it?
The subordinate glanced at his master and saw that he was slow to speak, so he couldn't help but ask, "Master, what's next?"
Yan Jing paused his tapping fingertips, and after a moment he casually dropped all the black characters in his palm onto the chessboard, breaking up his own game, and threw out two words lightly:
"Let's explore again."
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