"What about my student?" An Xin pointed at Zhu Shijing, who was sitting beside him and studying the teacup in his hand to see if it was an antique. "He is sick."

"Puff" Second Master Chen Tianyou couldn't help but spit out the tea he had just drunk. Seeing everyone looking at him, he quickly apologized: "Sorry, please continue."

Zhu Shijing knew that his little headmaster was up to no good, and when he was told that he was ill he just glared at An Xin without refutation, as if he was really ill.

"What does this mean, Lord Chief Priest?" Uncle Chen frowned, somewhat confused about the intention of An Xin's words.

An Xin looked at them innocently and said kindly, "I mean this for your daughter's lifelong happiness.

When the dean arrived, he had already instructed people to call the most famous doctors in the capital to come and treat my student.

If his illness has been cured, it won't be too late for us to propose marriage."

Uncle Chen and his wife looked at An Xin with half belief and half doubt, thinking that it would be a good idea to diagnose Zhu Shijing. If he really had any illness, they could then make other plans for their daughter.

So he agreed with An Xin's approach and nodded.

But when Mr. Chen and his wife heard what An Xin said next, they were almost scared to death.

"It cost me a lot of money to invite these famous doctors." An Xin said as if it was a good thing, "Since the money has been spent, I think we should all check Ping An's pulse today."

"No." The lady of the baron came to her senses, looked at her daughter who looked a little pale, and screamed, "No... no need. Our baron's mansion has the court doctor check the pulse every month. If you want to check the pulse, you can do it. Don't include our family members."

The cowardly but upright Second Master Chen Tianyou kindly reminded: "Sister-in-law, I heard that the doctor in our uncle's house has been back to his hometown for more than two months because of family matters.

During the time I came back, I often saw my brother rubbing his waist, and you would occasionally say you felt dizzy and ask my wife to do things for you.

While An Jijiu is here, I think it is necessary to invite doctors to check He Ping's pulse."

"Shut up!" Uncle Chen, who also reacted, shouted, "If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb."

Master Chen was used to being scolded by his eldest brother, so he touched his nose, lowered his head and stopped talking.

An Xin smiled sarcastically, then looked at Chen Jiaojiao whose face was becoming paler and paler, and said that calling this girl stupid was actually a compliment to her.

Being born in a family like the Earl's Mansion where one has no worries about food and clothing and can wear gold and silver is a hundred times or a thousand times better than being born in a farm girl who is hungry, cold, and has to work every day.

But this girl played a good hand badly. Not only did she have a secret meeting with a man outside, but she also got pregnant.

Although the matter was discovered by the Lady of the Countess and dealt with early, it cannot erase what happened.

In ancient times, even An Xin had to express his admiration for a girl who did such extraordinary things.

But that presupposes that Chen Bofu does not force this daughter, who is smart and bold, to be his student.

Mrs. Bo looked at Zhu Shijing, who had fair skin and rosy complexion. He didn't look like a person with a hidden illness at all.

Only then did she realize that An Xin had asked the doctor not to take his student's pulse, but to check her daughter's pulse.

Mrs. Bo suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at An Xin in disbelief, wondering if she knew something by asking the doctor.

"An...An Jijiu, but...what did you hear?"

"What should I know?" An Xin looked at Mrs. Bo with a smile, her eyes so clear that they seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

Mo Ming frightened Mrs. Bo.

But Mrs. Bo felt that she had discovered what her daughter had done early and handled it decisively, and drove away the ungrateful person who had come to her for help.

He also aborted the piece of meat in Chen Jiaojiao's belly, and did it cleanly and neatly, even the maid in the mansion who served him was not included.

There was also her daughter's close maid who had been poisoned and silenced by her and thrown to the village to fend for herself, and no one else knew about it.

No matter how hard she thought, she couldn't figure out any reason why An Xin would know about this.

However, she also realized that this female chief academician of the Imperial College, who was personally appointed by the emperor, had no intention of asking her student to propose marriage to her daughter.

With her as their teacher, their Earl's Mansion could no longer force Zhu Shijing. The Earl's wife was so angry that her teeth were itching, secretly hating An Xin for ruining her family's good fortune.

If possible, she would have wanted to ask someone to kill An Xin.

The words seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth, making people feel eerie: "You guys go, Mr. Zhu's intrusion into my daughter's yard should be just a misunderstanding."

Now An Xin was unhappy. You said that my student wanted to defile your beautiful daughter. He is a lecher.

Now if you say it is a misunderstanding, then it is a misunderstanding.

What? All the truth in the world lies in the mouths of you and your wife Chen Bofu. How can you not go to heaven?

6◇9◇Book◇Bar

An Xin walked over to the Lady Bo and whispered a few words to her, then curled her lips and returned to her seat. If everyone hadn't seen the Lady Bo after listening to what she said.

He was staggering and looked like he was going to faint at any moment, but he really thought nothing had happened just now.

Mrs. Bo asked in horror: "How...how do you know this?"

"You don't need to worry about how I know." An Xin: "The doctors that the headmaster invited should be here soon, and we will know the truth then."

These words almost choked Lady Bo to death. She looked at An Xin viciously, wondering if it was too late to send someone to kill and silence him.

Uncle Chen took one look at his wife and broke out in a cold sweat.

He knew that his wife was a cruel and ruthless woman, otherwise, except for a few obedient concubines, there would still be people lingering around in his backyard for all these years, while those women who dared to act in front of his wife had all disappeared in the mansion.

However, the person in front of him was not one of those women in the harem, but someone who could enter the court and serve as an official like their men.

If this person was assassinated in his own house, their family would probably be wiped out and their property would be confiscated and their clan would be exterminated in the near future.

Mrs. Bo, who was sternly stopped by her husband with a look, took a few deep breaths, regained her rationality, and asked, "What do you want?"

An Xin glanced at Chen Tianyou, the second master of the Bo Mansion, hoping that he would stand up and fight for his own family's future.

But this man who was cowardly to the core clearly had longing in his eyes, but when he met An Xin's clear eyes, he lowered his eyelids and lowered his head even lower.

An Xin had no expression on her face. This man was not related to her, so why did she care about Chen Tianyou's weird personality?

If Zhu Shijing hadn't noticed that Zhu's life was not peaceful, he would have been worried about her, and An Xin didn't seem to be such a nosy person.

At this time, Zhu Shijing stood up and said, "I want you to separate my aunt's family and live on their own."

Uncle Chen and his wife were surprised for a moment, then turned their heads to look at their brother, whose head was almost lowered to his crotch, and asked disdainfully, "Is this what you want?"