At this moment, Zhao Manxiang seemed to have no energy to make a noise anymore. She just looked at the person who came in with extremely tired eyes. Her breathing was a little rapid, as if every breath took up all her strength.
When Wen Zhu walked into the ancestral hall, half of her body was illuminated by the sunlight coming in from outside, while the other half was hidden in the shadows inside the house.
This scene made her look particularly solemn and mysterious.
Seeing this scene, a complicated expression flashed across Zhao Manxiang's already not-so-good eyes.
She subconsciously took a few steps back, curling her body even tighter, as if trying to avoid some invisible threat.
Wen Zhu slowly approached her, a warm and concerned expression on his face.
She asked softly, "Madam, how are you now? Are you feeling unwell?"
Her voice was soft and empathetic, hoping to comfort the frail woman before her.
"You're here to see the joke, aren't you?"
Zhao Manxiang's voice was hoarse and low, full of vigilance and questioning.
She stared into the other person's eyes, her eyes full of hostility.
"Why are you here? Did the lady send you here?"
When Wen Zhu reached out to touch her forehead to see if she had any signs of fever, Zhao Manxiang quickly pushed him away.
She obviously didn't trust the person in front of her, even if she had good intentions.
But Wen Zhu remained calm and slowly knelt down beside Zhao Manxiang. Every movement she made seemed unhurried.
"Why do you say that, Madam? You should understand by now that I never told the prince anything about the contraceptive soup. It was only because I was injured after the fire at Yaotai Yue that the prince had to seek medical attention. So, everything started with that fire. There is a saying in the world that karma comes into play, and good and evil will eventually have their due."
After saying these words, Wen Zhu looked at Zhao Manxiang deeply, as if he could see through the secrets in her heart.
The latter quickly averted his gaze, raised his head and asked, "What do you mean? Do you suspect that I started the fire on purpose?! I didn't ask Dujuan to set the fire!"
Her tone was full of excitement and anger, and she seemed to be trying her best to defend her innocence.
"Young Madam, don't worry too much."
Wen Zhu explained softly, "You couldn't possibly have deliberately harmed me, especially since I was just promoted and the prince has begun to trust me. I was just thinking about how to help you and your wife get along harmoniously. How could you do something so self-defeating at a time like this?"
Her words were calm and soothing.
Wen Zhu had thought about this matter carefully over the past two days, and felt that it might be because the management of the shop and household affairs had recently fallen into his hands, and because he had specially invited a famous doctor to treat her injuries, which made Zhao Manxiang feel very unbalanced.
Maybe Zhao Manxiang hopes to use Dujuan to burn Yaotai Yue, thereby destroying the store's business and weakening her position in the mansion. Maybe it will make Fu Yu disappointed in her and then remove his power.
However, what was unexpected was that Du Juan wanted to burn her to death because of personal grudges.
"Since you understand, that's good. Can you help me and ask the prince to let me out? It's too depressing here, it's almost suffocating."
As she spoke, Zhao Manxiang looked around anxiously, hugged her arms tightly, and looked as if she was facing a great enemy.
"Do you have a high temperature? Let me feel it."
Wen Zhu asked with concern, his tone full of tenderness.
This time when she reached out her hand, Zhao Manxiang did not refuse, but quietly let Wen Zhu gently touch her forehead.
Sure enough, I felt an unusually high temperature under my hands.
Wen Zhu pondered for a while and made a decision: "I'll go call the doctor to come and see you."
After all, Zhao Manxiang is the mistress. If it is just a short-term discomfort, it is okay, but if it is ignored for a long time, the consequences will be serious and no one dares to take the blame.
"Go quickly, hurry up!"
Zhao Manxiang urged anxiously, "As long as the prince knew that I was not in good health, he would definitely not let me continue to reflect in seclusion."
After coming out of the ancestral hall, Wen Zhu quickly arranged for Qingti to find a doctor, while he himself walked towards the nearby kitchen.
It was a large, spacious kitchen designed to serve meals to those family members who did not have their own stoves.
It was very lively here, with many servants and maids coming in and out, busy at work.
Seeing Wen Zhu coming, Butler Kang, who was supervising the unloading of ingredients, also followed him into the kitchen.
Wen Zhu explained his needs to the supervisor: "Our wife seems to be feeling unwell now, and a doctor will be coming to prescribe medicine for her later. I hope you can reserve a small fire for us so that we can boil the medicine for her. This will not only be convenient, but also save time. In addition, if it gets cold, the medicine may not be as effective."
Of course, the supervisor agreed immediately, nodded, and ordered his men to prepare a separate small fire place for Wen Zhu to use.
After coming out of the kitchen, Butler Kang came over and asked quietly, "How is the madam?"
Wen Zhu sighed, shook his head, and frowned slightly. "She has a fever and is very nervous. She keeps talking about seeing ghosts in the sacrificial hall. If this situation continues, I'm worried that not only will we be punished, but the Shangshu Mansion will also bear the unshirkable responsibility. Now we can only hope to cure her as soon as possible and ensure the smooth completion of the rituals over the next three days."
After hearing Wen Zhu's words, Butler Kang showed a hint of understanding on his face, and in his gentlest voice, he tried to comfort the other person, saying, "Your concerns are indeed justified. As long as the patient can get a good night's rest, the condition will often improve the next day, so there is no need to be overly pessimistic."
Afterwards, the two of them chatted casually about some small things in daily life, gradually dispelling the oppressive atmosphere between them, and finally said goodbye to each other and returned to their respective jobs.
When Wen Zhu returned to the ancestral temple again, he found that the doctor was already waiting there.
"Based on my observations, this woman's symptoms are primarily due to the excessive stress she's endured for a long time, which has led to anxiety and a lack of rest at night, causing both physical and mental damage."
As he spoke, the old doctor deliberately stroked his long white beard under his chin as if to confirm himself, and then began to write a prescription according to Wen Zhu's previous request.
At this moment, Qingti, who was cheerful and straightforward, came over and took the prescription to prepare the medicine; but what they did not expect was that Yu Ning suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
"How on earth have you managed to take care of her? It's only been two days and you've already tortured her to such a state of emaciated state!"
His tone was filled with dissatisfaction with others and deep concern for his sister's current situation, and he asked without any concealment.
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