Chapter 9 Applying Medicine: Yan Zhenxi Hates This Kind of Person the Most
"Get out!" Another crash and shattering sound followed, and the servants hurriedly left the room.
Yan Ciying was lying on the bed, wincing in pain because the movement had aggravated his wound.
These servants are so clumsy, they can't even apply medicine properly.
Yan Ciying was very frustrated. Who sent someone to beat him? Several days had passed and he still couldn't find a single clue. Yan Ciying gritted his teeth, hoping that the person would never be found by him.
Because of his injuries, Yan Ci felt that he hadn't had as good a life as he had in that poor place since he returned.
Moreover, because his mother was in charge, he didn't even have a pretty maidservant by his side.
Yan Ciying rolled his eyes and said to the servant beside him, "Call my good sister-in-law over."
In Jiang Zhiyao's room.
"Second Young Master? What does he want with Miss?" Nan Zhi asked in confusion after hearing the servant's words.
"They're definitely up to no good, Miss. Let's not go." Nan Zhi shook her head. What does it matter? It's better not to go.
Seeing that there was no response from inside for a long time, the servant outside the door continued to speak at the door: "Our young master said that he is now the one who calls the shots in the Yan family. Even if he doesn't care about the monthly allowance allocated to your courtyard, he has been injured for so long as the younger brother. It's understandable that the eldest young master couldn't come because of his eyesight, but shouldn't the young mistress, as the sister-in-law, go and see him?"
Jiang Zhiyao rubbed her temples. She had heard that Yan Ciying was always a troublemaker, but she didn't expect him to actually be so persistent. Even though he couldn't move, he still caused trouble.
"Forget it, let's go take a look. There's nothing he can do anyway." Jiang Zhiyao stood up and straightened her clothes.
She didn't want to cause trouble for Yan Zhenxi. Although Yan Zhenxi told her yesterday that if Yan Ciying still bothered her, she could go to him, Jiang Zhiyao didn't take it to heart.
Having been here for so long, Jiang Zhiyao had actually noticed the awkward position Yan Zhenxi held in the Yan family. They hadn't even been invited to the main courtyard during festivals.
Anyway, Yan Ciying can't move now, and besides, she's Yan Ciying's sister-in-law. At most, she'll just harass him a bit with words. And as his sister-in-law, she should go and see him since he's injured.
However, Jiang Zhiyao still brought along the guards she had brought from the Minister's residence.
"Sister-in-law, you've arrived?" Yan Ciying's tone was undisguisedly nasty.
Yan Ciying lay on the bed, squinting at Jiang Zhiyao.
He couldn't contain his pride. Yan Zhenxi had always been a shadow over him, ever since he was a child. Every time someone compared him to Yan Zhenxi, they would say how he was inferior to Yan Zhenxi. Even his father would sometimes look at him and shake his head, saying that he wished he were even a fraction like Yan Zhenxi.
What's so great about Yan Zhenxi anyway? Yan Ci scoffed inwardly, thinking he was just better at pretending than Yan Zhenxi.
But now, hahaha, after learning that Yan Zhenxi had completely lost his sight, Yan Ciying wanted to laugh out loud. No matter how glorious he was before, he was still a cripple now.
Ultimately, the Yan family estate will fall into my hands.
Looking at Jiang Zhiyao, who was dressed simply, Yan Zhenxi felt even more smug.
So what if Yan Zhenxi was once the object of admiration for all the women in the capital? In the end, he still married a woman with no background. But now, I am the future master of the Yan family. I am worthy of marrying even a princess.
Yan Zhenxi's wife is not someone he can summon and dismiss at will.
Ultimately, Yan Ciying still didn't dare to cause trouble for Yan Zhenxi in person. Even though Yan Zhenxi was now blind, the shadow he left on Yan Ciying was still there. Sometimes, Yan Ciying would feel a chill run down his spine when he saw the unchanging smile on Yan Zhenxi's face.
But his wife seemed weak and easily bullied.
"Is there anything wrong, Second Young Master?" Jiang Zhiyao asked as she walked to Yan Ciying's bedside.
"The servants are all so clumsy, I need my sister-in-law to help me apply the medicine." Yan Ciying turned her head and looked at Jiang Zhiyao with a smile. "I hope my sister-in-law won't refuse such a small request?"
"Is this the medicine?" Jiang Zhiyao picked up the small medicine bottle from the bedside table, and without waiting for Yan Ci's response, she opened it and poured it over the wound on Yan Zhenxi's arm.
"Ah!" Yan Ciying felt a sharp pain in his arm. He quickly looked down and saw that the most bloody and mangled wound was covered with a thick layer of white powder.
"Are you stupid?!" Yan Ci was in so much pain that he couldn't move and could only let the medicine powder be applied to his wound.
"Huh?" Jiang Zhiyao looked very surprised. "Sorry, I'm not very good at applying medicine, is that right?"
Jiang Zhiyao knew, of course, that there were several kinds of wound medicines by the bedside. She took the one that promoted blood circulation and removed blood stasis. It worked quickly, but it would be very painful, especially since Jiang Zhiyao hadn't done anything before spraying it all over the wound.
"Ah, get out of here! Let, let others come!" Yan Ciying was sweating profusely from the pain.
The servants went up to re-treat Yan Ciying's wounds, and Jiang Zhiyao, seeing that Yan Ciying didn't have time to pay attention to her, left the room.
After leaving Yan Ciying's courtyard, Jiang Zhiyao felt a little happy.
Jiang Zhiyao was used to yielding, and she would only argue with others when they insulted the person she cared about most.
This is the first time she has ever taken action like this. Although it may not seem like much to others, it is quite remarkable for Jiang Zhiyao.
Thinking of Yan Ciying's pained expression just now, Jiang Zhiyao's eyes curved slightly.
Let him get rid of the way he used to bully Yan Zhenxi.
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With clearly defined joints, a white chess piece was held between the slender, fair middle and index fingers.
Yan Zhenxi seemed to be hesitating about which way to go.
"What is she doing now?" The voice was unusually cold.
"Having lunch," the guard replied, bowing his head.
"I understand, you may leave now." The chess piece landed on the chessboard with a pleasant sound.
Tsk.
I already told you you could come to him, are you just going to let yourself be bullied like this?
Does he not trust him? Why did he agree to Yan Ciying's request?
For some reason, after the banquet that night, Yan Zhenxi kept paying attention to Jiang Zhiyao.
She was spending increasingly more time listening to her subordinates' reports.
What delicious food did she and her maid cook in the kitchen? How much did she win or lose playing cards with the servants today?
She went to the teahouse to listen to storytelling and songs.
She fed the beggars on the street again and donated money to some orphanage.
Even though she herself didn't have much money, Yan Zhenxi knew that she had donated all the profits from her most profitable shop.
She would even give alms to the kittens and puppies she saw on the street.
Yan Zhenxi hates people like this the most, whether they are sincere or hypocritical.
He couldn't understand such behavior. If it was just for fame, then why did Jiang Zhiyao never leave her name when she made donations?
He didn't argue when his monthly allowance was cut, he wasn't angry when his servants neglected him, and he wasn't annoyed when Gu Lanru and Yan Ciying bullied him.
He always acts like he doesn't compete or fight for anything, giving off a weak and vulnerable vibe that anyone can bully.
When he was a child, he would try his best to solve the problem when he was bullied. When his father ignored him, he would tell everyone. Knowing that his father favored Yan Ciying, he tried his best to build his reputation in the capital. Knowing that the emperor wanted to get rid of the Yan family, he took the initiative to form an alliance with the third prince.
Throughout his life, he has always been ruthless and unscrupulous in his pursuit of power and resources.
He himself couldn't count the number of fake faces on his face, while Jiang Zhiyao was the complete opposite, her face was clean and clear at a glance.
Even though he disliked this kind of person the most, he still took care of her time and time again.
He went there yesterday specifically to tell her that if she encountered any problems in the future, she could come to him, and he would be able to solve them. The hundred taels was a veiled hint.
In front of her, he even put on an unprecedented act of gentleness and closeness.
Even so, wouldn't she take advantage of herself a little?
"Never mind," Yan Zhenxi said, smoothing out his slightly furrowed brow. He realized he had been paying too much attention to her lately; it wasn't necessary.
He summoned the guards who had just gone down: "You don't need to keep an eye on her anymore."
After observing for so long, Yan Zhenxi already knew that Jiang Zhiyao was not sent by anyone to test him.
"Yes." The guard replied and disappeared to carry out other shady tasks.
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"Sister Jiang." A little girl in simple but clean clothes looked at Jiang Zhiyao with bright eyes: "These are the flowers we're giving you."
She held a bouquet of colorful flowers in her hands.
"Sister, sister, I made this blue one."
"I made this purple one."
The other children also gathered around, pointing it out to Jiang Zhiyao.
"Thank you, I really like it." The word "very" was emphasized and drawn out so that the children could hear it clearly.
Jiang Zhiyao squatted down, took the bouquet with both hands, and carefully admired it.
There are sixteen flowers woven from dried grass, each shaped differently and dyed with the juice of different flowers and grasses. It is clear that the person who made them put a lot of care into it.
Jiang Zhiyao stood up and said with a smile, "I brought some delicious food today."
"Yay!" the children cheered, then obediently lined up in a queue.
Jiang Zhiyao distributed the maltose, and Nanzhi distributed the pastries; they finished distributing them in no time.
Seeing the children's happy faces, Jiang Zhiyao couldn't help but smile as well.
This place was the first sales home she sponsored, which took in homeless orphans.
Several years ago, one afternoon, Jiang Zhiyao was playing in the street when a child snatched her purse. Because there was a silver hairpin left to her by her mother in the purse, Jiang Zhiyao chased after the child and came here.
Although it was a sales hall, it was a small, privately-run institution with no one to sponsor it, so it was very dilapidated. A bunch of skinny, monkey-like children were crammed into the tiny space.
After learning why Jiang Zhiyao had come, the only elderly woman in charge apologized to her tremblingly.
Seeing the little girl hiding behind the old woman and the group of thin children in front of her, Jiang Zhiyao's heart clenched.
She took out her hairpins and used the rest to help them.
The only requirement is that you can't steal anything anymore.
When Jiang Zhiyao was still in the Ministry of Rites, she would take some of her monthly allowance to help her, and she would also donate the money she earned from selling her embroidery or copying books.
Occasionally, Jiang Zhiyao would bring some things to visit them and play with them.
Sometimes Ji Wanqing and Cheng Mingzhu would come over together.
The children didn't know Jiang Zhiyao's real name, they only knew that her surname was Jiang.
Years have passed, some of the children have grown up and left, and new children have come here.
Whenever Jiang Zhiyao sees the children she has sponsored making a living on their own at street stalls or shops, she feels an indescribable sense of comfort and joy.
Tell stories, play games, and the sun slowly sets.
Looking at the children who were reluctant to leave, Jiang Zhiyao comforted them, "Sister will come again next time."
"Goodbye, Sister Jiang." "Goodbye, Sister." These were the children's reluctant voices.
After saying goodbye, Jiang Zhiyao returned to the Yan residence.
She placed the bouquet in a pretty vase in the most prominent spot in the room and looked at it with satisfaction: "It looks really good."
Whether it's color or shape.
Nanzhi nodded: "Very beautiful."
Jiang Zhiyao responded with a smile and they started discussing what to bring next time.
Aside from the little incident that happened this morning, today was a wonderful day.
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