The snow only lasted for one day, but the cold weather after the snow forced people in the capital to stay at home for several days.

This winter is particularly cold.

The backyard of Marquis Dingyuan's mansion was filled with warm fragrance, and the house was full of women wearing pearl rings and emerald green jade.

The wife of Marquis Dingyuan was wearing a bright red silk blouse with broken branches and applying powder in front of the mirror. Behind her, several maids were holding trays of jewelry and waiting for the hair-combing mother to make a selection.

"Miss Jun is here."

The maids' voices were heard outside the door, and then the curtain was lifted.

He came in without waiting for permission from Marquis Dingyuan's wife, which was also what Marquis Dingyuan's wife had ordered long ago, showing how much she valued Miss Jun.

This treatment is comparable to that of Master Puning, but it took Master Puning three or four years of sincere friendship to get it, while Miss Jun only took three days.

Lady Dingyuan looked through the mirror at Miss Jun who came in and smiled slightly.

"Is it cold outside?" she asked.

Miss Jun bows.

"It's a bit cold," she said.

Lady Dingyuan Marquis smiled and waited for the hairdresser to insert a red-gold chrysanthemum hairpin into her hair before turning around.

"I heard that people in the north are afraid of the cold," she laughed.

Probably, but she's been south, so it's OK.

Miss Jun smiled and said nothing more, putting down the medicine box.

"Madam looks very well," she said, taking out the pillow.

The wife of Marquis Dingyuan raised her hand and pressed her cheek, her eyes full of smiles.

"That's what they say. After taking Miss Jun's pills, my complexion is really getting better and better." She said, while naturally stretching out her hand to put on the pulse, "Everyone asks for your pills."

"Don't take medicine randomly." Miss Jun said, raising her hand to take her pulse, "and it's not because of my pills, it's because Madam has recovered from her illness, and she is happy and healthy, so her complexion has naturally improved."

Lady Dingyuan Marquis's smile deepened, and she said nothing more as she looked at Miss Jun's pulse.

The room was quiet for a moment, and Miss Jun withdrew her hand.

"Madam's body is fine now," she said, putting away the pulse gauge and standing up. "You don't need to take the medicine anymore, and you don't need to use the calming incense anymore."

After saying this, he bowed and left.

The wife of Marquis Dingyuan wanted to laugh. Other people who came into the mansion would eagerly talk and chat, but Miss Jun was different. She just left after the examination and didn't say anything else except about the symptoms.

"Miss Jun, don't be in a hurry to leave. The old lady said she hasn't been feeling well lately, so it's a good opportunity for you to come and see her," she said.

How many people would be happy to examine the old lady of Marquis Dingyuan, but Miss Jun just stood there without moving.

"Has any other doctor seen it?" she asked.

The wife of Marquis Dingyuan laughed.

"Miss Jun, don't worry. The old lady just wants you to be at ease. She won't pester you or break your rules." She smiled and personally reached out to hold her hand, "Come, come with me."

Miss Jun had no choice but to follow Marquis Dingyuan's wife to the old lady of Marquis Dingyuan.

There is nothing to do in winter, and the old man loves to have fun, so many women gathered in the house to play cards and chat.

The old lady of Dingyuan Marquis was not playing cards, but watching a few little girls stringing beads. She was very happy to see Miss Jun coming, and pointed at her and introduced her to several ladies.

"This is a miracle doctor. Not everyone is lucky enough to be treated by her." She said with a bit of boasting.

The women obviously all knew Miss Jun's name and looked at her with smiles.

Miss Jun also checked the pulse of the old lady of Marquis Dingyuan and stood up.

"The old lady is feeling a little unwell, but it's nothing serious. Just ask the imperial physician to prescribe some medicine," she said.

The old lady of Dingyuanhou glared at Miss Jun.

"You are such a merciless kid. I just boasted and you slapped me in the face." She said unhappily.

Although his expression and voice were unhappy, there was a smile in his eyes.

Everyone in the room started laughing.

Miss Jun also smiled and did not respond, she lowered her head to pack her medicine box.

The card game was still going on over there, with idle chatter interspersed with the cards being dealt.

"…Speaking of miracle doctors, I think the Imperial Hospital is in trouble this time…"

"…Is it about Prince Huai being ill?"

Miss Jun's medicine box paused slightly, and the maid who was eager to help looked at her in confusion.

"Miss Jun..." she asked.

Miss Jun reached her hand back into the medicine box and took out a small porcelain bottle.

"The old lady may have a headache," she said.

The maid nodded. The old lady of Dingyuan Marquis was also very happy to hear it and reached out to take the porcelain bottle.

"Can my old illness be cured?" she said.

Miss Jun answered her questions one by one, and instructed the maidservant beside her on how to use the medicine, but her ears were always tilted to listen to the laughter at the card table next to her.

"...It's just a cold, not serious..."

"...Fenghan, he is just a little kid, and he doesn't have parents to take care of him..."

"…What are you talking about? Show your cards…"

The topic immediately dropped here and several women began to talk about some gossip in the inner chambers, such as what kind of clothes other women wore, what kind of shoes they made, what new things were set out at the banquet, etc.

After Miss Jun finished speaking, she picked up her medicine box, bowed and left.

Everyone knew her habit, so they sent her away without trying to keep her.

When the card players had left, Marquis Dingyuan's wife personally helped the old lady to take a nap.

"Mother, I dare not say that Miss Jun's medical skills are the best, but I think she is quite capable in treating women and children. Prince Huai's illness..." She said suddenly as she thought of something.

Before he could finish his words, the old lady of Marquis Dingyuan glared at him.

"Is that something we can say?" she said.

The wife of Marquis Dingyuan obviously knew it as well and lowered her eyes.

"I just feel that such a young child is so pitiful," she whispered.

"There are so many pitiful people in this world, what can we do?" said the old lady of Dingyuan Marquis. "The imperial doctors are unwilling to step into the muddy water, so why bother to drag others along?"

When Lady Dingyuan heard this, her heart skipped a beat.

So...

However, the old lady of Marquis Dingyuan closed her eyes and stopped talking. Marquis Dingyuan's wife did not dare to ask any more questions. She covered herself with the quilt, told the maids to guard her, and left.

Inside the tent, the old lady Dingyuan Hou opened her eyes again, her eyes dim.

"It's pitiful, it's pitiful, it's pitiful to be alive. It's better to get rid of it as soon as possible and stop supporting this imperial family in the next life." She murmured a few words and closed her eyes again.

…

She knew something must have happened.

Miss Jun walked quickly on the street, without feeling the coldness at all.

She declined the carriage from Marquis Dingyuan's family. It was already difficult for her to walk out of Marquis Dingyuan's mansion steadily. Now she had to walk for a while and feel the cold wind, otherwise she would go crazy sitting in the carriage.

Ever since she left the alley of Lu's residence that day, she has been trying to find out, but the Prince Huai's Mansion is a forgotten taboo in the capital, and no news of the affairs of the Prince Huai's Mansion can be spread, so she has no idea where to start.

Fortunately, she had already been familiar with the inner residences of the rich and powerful. She visited several of them in succession under the pretext of return visits and follow-up consultations. Her efforts paid off, and she finally heard a few words in the Dingyuan Marquis' Mansion.

Even just a few words were enough to confirm that something had happened to Jiuqi.

Are you sick?

Those women said they were sick?

Is he really sick, or is this just an excuse?

The gate of Prince Huai's mansion was tightly closed, and Prince Huai's identity blocked all news. Not to mention that she couldn't find out her identity, even if she tried to find out, no one would tell her.

Miss Jun stopped and looked at the street ahead where Prince Huai's mansion was, pressing the medicine box on her side.

If I go to the door of Prince Huai's mansion now and ring the bell to say there is a bad omen, what are the chances of being invited in?