Chapter 16 Hidden Illness Prevents Sexual Function
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Even servants in wealthy and powerful families are ranked according to status. How dare an old nanny from a concubine's daughter's quarters shout like that?
With a glance from Wen Ba, the gatekeepers who had greeted the carriage immediately surrounded Granny Wang. Under the silent pressure, she uttered, "You've gone too far," and left angrily.
A whole cartload of precious medicinal herbs, emitting the natural aroma of herbs, naturally attracted many onlookers. Some of the bolder ones asked, "Is good news about the Wen and Lin families coming soon?"
The waiter waved his hands repeatedly: "That can't be!"
Someone else said, "Don't talk nonsense, Miss Lin has already given gifts to Young Master Wen!"
The shopkeeper was stumped: "The goods were delivered... but what was delivered was truly worthless!"
These words left the onlookers extremely puzzled.
The waiter repeatedly warned, "Don't tell anyone!"
Everyone covered their mouths, vowing solemnly, "We will never tell anyone!"
Three hours later, a message spread throughout Shengjing City: Young Master Wen was suffering from a hidden illness and was unable to perform sexual intercourse!
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Wen Zhixu was paying his respects to Wen Hongyuan in the main hall.
A servant rushed in to report: "The Lin family has sent congratulatory gifts."
What kind of congratulations are these? Congratulations on the successful completion of the "dog hole" between the Wen and Lin mansions? Wen Zhixu thought absurdly.
"Rejected," he ordered.
Wen Hongyuan became interested: "Perhaps it was an apology from the Lin family after your house caught fire?"
Wen Zhixu had no choice but to ask the servant, "Which young lady from the Lin family sent it?"
"Miss Lin."
He subtly moved his sleeve, tacitly allowing the carriage to enter.
Unexpectedly, Lin Xihe delivered a whole cartload of medicinal herbs—sea cucumbers, deer antler velvet, and other highly nourishing items piled high.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that it's all for aphrodisiac and kidney tonification.
Wen Hongyuan's heart skipped a beat, and he suppressed his shock and anger, asking, "Tell me, what exactly does this mean?"
The preface can only recount the cause and effect one by one.
He went to the brothel to find Cuihuang, and happened to bump into Lin Xihe. Unexpectedly, her sarcastic remark—"I'll send you a few deer penises to help you recover"—was actually delivered by a whole cartload!
Wen Hongyuan felt a pain in his chest, grabbed his grandson's collar, and said, "I told you to fake illness and run away from the wedding, not to go to a brothel!"
The preface is silent. Lin Xihe is ruthless; she gave him a big one!
The old man pressed his chest; the cartload of strangely shaped aphrodisiacs made his whole body go numb.
"You're being harassed by that crazy woman, are you going to marry her or not?"
After a long pause, a hint of amusement flashed across Wen Zhixu's eyes: "Give her a taste of her own medicine, why not just be even crazier than her? Crazy enough that she takes the initiative to break off the engagement."
Upon hearing this, Wen Hongyuan felt a sharp pain in his chest.
He had initially disliked the eldest daughter of the Lin family for being mentally challenged and had tried many ways to annul the engagement, all to no avail. Who would have thought that after regaining her senses, this girl would become such a vengeful person! If she were to be married into the family, would the Wen family ever have any peace again?
But he didn't want his grandson to pretend to be crazy!
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Lin Xihe stayed up all night watching over Bubu, feeding him the medicine little by little with a small spoon. The brown medicine dripped down the bird's beak, and she quickly wiped it away gently with a handkerchief.
"Qingwu, is Doctor Qian reliable?" Looking at the bird, which was barely breathing and in extremely poor condition.
“Miss, Dr. Qian is a renowned physician in Shengjing City with exceptional medical skills. If even he can't save her…”
"Pah, pah, pah, you jinx."
Lin Xihe interrupted softly, carefully lifting the strip of cloth covering the wound. The wildcat bite mark on the bird's abdomen had congealed into a dark red blood clot, but it showed no signs of scabbing over.
She raised her hand to stop Qingwu, who was pounding the herbal mud—it seemed that Doctor Qian's lump of herbal mud was of little use. He had taken her money, but the medicine he prescribed was completely ineffective? Lin Xihe wasn't one to back down; she wanted to confront Doctor Qian.
Right now, Lin Xihe had no choice but to take out the Golden Wound Jade Powder that Wen Zhixu had sent her.
Qingwu quickly stopped her: "Miss, the servants of the Wen family said that this is a medicine bestowed by the emperor."
Recalling Wen Ba's arrogant manner when he delivered the medicine, Qingwu was furious.
Upon hearing this, the young lady didn't hesitate to scoop out a large dollop and smear it on the bird's belly.
"Bu Bu, this is medicine used by the emperor! You must pull yourself together and get better soon!"
"..." Qingwu was stunned.
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For several days in a row, all inquiries went unanswered. No one had seen the Second Young Master Wen's beloved pet.
When the custom-made gilded tripod was delivered to the Wen residence, Wen Zhixu stared blankly at the empty bird stand.
My mother loved birdwatching. She once held his hand and helped him identify crows, swallows, thrushes, kingfishers, and so on. My mother also kept a myna bird, but after she left the house, the bird became depressed and died soon after.
At that time, Wen Zhixu was still young and did not understand that longing is like a silent drizzle in the heart, which, once it falls, is hard to stop.
The dark clouds in his heart suddenly dissipated the moment he saw Cuihuang.
The first words he taught Cuihuang were the same ones his mother had taught Que'er: "Xiao Xu is so good."
Unfortunately, the little thing was slow-witted, managing only two "shh" sounds after a long time, completely missing the point. Of course, that's another story.
Before we knew it, it was the fifteenth of the month.
That day, Wen Zhixu got up early, tidied himself up, and then left the mansion by carriage.
He specifically ordered that several baskets of steamed buns be prepared in the carriage to be distributed to refugees along the way.
On the other side, Lin Xihe, whose eyes were turning green from taking care of Bubu for days, also left the mansion on this day.
She tugged at her coarse linen clothes, then looked at Qingwu, who was dressed similarly, and complained, "Do I have to dress like this? I've gone out so many times, and my father has never said anything."
“Miss, you may not know this,” Qingwu explained in a low voice, “Shushi Nunnery distributes porridge on the first and fifteenth of each month. Our attire will help us blend into the crowd.”
Qingwu feared that there might be bad people among the refugees, and if they saw the young lady dressed in fine silk, they might have malicious intentions and endanger her safety.
As they were talking, a carriage sped past not far away.
Lin Xihe rubbed her hands together, eager to fight: "We're going to Baohetang to demand an explanation later, so we need to be on our toes and not lose!"
Qingwu, who wasn't good at arguing, lacked confidence.
Lin Xihe patted her shoulder hard to encourage her: "Don't worry, you can definitely do it! Go for it, Qing Xiaowu!"
Qingwu: "..." Judging from Miss's words, she's to be the one to take the lead? How could she possibly argue with Doctor Qian!
The carriage wheels ahead kicked up clouds of dust. Just as the two beggar boys were about to curse, the luxurious carriage suddenly stopped.
With the carriage curtain half-drawn, the distinguished master inside spoke, "Give those two refugees some steamed buns."
Lin Xihe wondered to herself: Why does this deliberately profound tone sound so familiar?
Before she could react, Wen Qi nimbly jumped off the carriage and stuffed several steamed buns into their hands.
"We have both meat and vegetarian options, don't be picky!" Wen Qi said. "My young master is kind-hearted—"
Lin Xihe recognized him at a glance as Wen Zhixu's attendant and immediately looked up at the carriage, shouting, "Wen Zhixu! Do you think I'm a beggar?!"
A hand with distinct knuckles reached out from the carriage window, and the curtain was lifted wide. The carriage owner turned his gaze and met Lin Xihe's glaring eyes.
Why is he dressed as a servant again? Does this fool have some kind of obsession with servants?
At this moment, two refugees, one big and one small, passed by and heard that the second son of the Duke of Wen's mansion was charitable and was distributing steamed buns on the street.
The older man slid down and knelt: "Thank you, young master!"
The buns that Lin Xihe didn't want were given to refugees begging for food, and Wen Qi was about to hand them over.
But then a child next to the refugee grabbed Lin Xihe's sleeve and said in a clear, childish voice, "Big brother, kneel down too and thank the young master."
Lin Xihe was stunned by the child's actions and stumbled, falling to the ground.
Wen Zhixu's lips curled up, a sense of satisfaction and vengeance rising in his heart as he thought of his enemy being humiliated. He whispered to Wen Qi, "Pick a few meat fillings for Lin Xiaosi."
According to his observation, Lin Xihe has a big appetite, especially for minced meat.
The carriage drove away amidst profuse thanks.
Lin Xihe held the oil paper package, the aroma of the buns wafting into her nose, while wisps of chatter drifted into her ears.
The local people praised him highly, saying, "Young Master Wen is truly a compassionate man."
Those familiar with the Wen family's past exclaimed, "The second young master's kind nature is just like Madam Wen's back then!"
"Shh... Be careful what you say! Don't mention secular titles anymore. Now we only have Master Huici."
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