The scars on my face have indeed faded a lot, from maroon to light pink. I can even see it when I look in the mirror.
I went to see Doctor Jiang five times in half a month. At the beginning, he just helped me apply the medicine film, and we didn't talk in the clinic. I closed my eyes to rest, and he sat in a wheelchair and read medical books.
Later, I noticed something was amiss and asked, "Doctor Jiang, I heard your disciple say you were treating someone, but lately it seems like you've been in the clinic every day. Is that person cured?"
He closed the medical book and seemed happy that I had taken the initiative to speak. He smiled and said, "No, but my wife is taking care of him. My wife is also a very good doctor."
wife……
I suddenly remembered the past stories between him and the princess. When I heard that the princess had escaped from the palace, I thought that Doctor Jiang really had some hope.
In the end, it’s written in black and white, it’s fate.
However, looking at the doting look in his eyes when he talked about his wife, it seemed that it was a perfect match, and I was sincerely happy for him.
"Yeah. That's good." I was still worried that I might have delayed someone else's treatment.
"Where's Miss Mu?" Doctor Jiang looked at me. "Is she married?"
My heart skipped a beat, and I finally just joked it off: "With my looks, I haven't met a good husband yet!"
His eyes suddenly became serious: "Miss Mu, could you please tell me how this burn happened?"
I always felt that Doctor Jiang recognized me, but he respected me and didn't point it out or force me. This is Doctor Jiang's good temper, like warm boiled water.
It's like a layer of window paper. Neither of us wants to break it, but it doesn't prevent us from communicating sincerely.
I was silent for a moment. He must be curious about what happened to me during the fire, so he simply said that he was a slave in a wealthy family, and said that Empress Hua, Concubine Wang and others were the same slaves, and began to tell me about the thrilling things that happened to me in those few days.
I myself had never realized that during those chaotic and stumbling days, I wanted to find someone to confide in, to tell them about my discomfort and difficulties, my hesitation and entanglement.
"If that maid Hua wasn't here..." Doctor Jiang asked softly, "Would Miss Mu still want to run away?"
I was silent.
If it were then, I would definitely say yes; but these days, I think I overestimated my decisiveness and underestimated my emotions.
If it really is the second day of March, will I really run that day?
I looked at Doctor Jiang and suddenly thought of Rushuang. I nodded immediately: "Yes, I will."
"Why are you so sure?" He seemed a little surprised.
"Because the young master I serve has someone else back to serve him, and as for me," I looked at the beams of the clinic, "I'm no longer needed, so why should I interfere in other people's affairs?"
Doctor Jiang was silent for a moment, and finally said, "Maybe there is a misunderstanding."
I smiled. Doctor Jiang must have thought that I didn't know about the wedding of His Majesty and the princess, so why did he comfort me like this?
I didn't say anything else, and seeing me like this, he didn't ask any more questions.
At this moment, I was sitting at the wooden table sorting out the account books, when suddenly a shadow fell in front of me.
I looked up and saw a young man in a blue robe holding a closed folding fan and looking at me with a smile.
He was quite tall and had a thin face, which looked like that of an ordinary young man, but his scholarly air made him look elegant and handsome.
"What kind of fabric do you need, sir?" I asked with a standard smile.
"Miss Mu," he said, bowing solemnly. "My name is Qin Jin, Qin Jin's good friend. I have long admired Miss Mu's good name, and I came to the embroidery workshop to see her."
I roughly understood his tongue-twister-like introduction at first, and suddenly realized that this could be the Master Qin that Wu mentioned that day?
"Hello, Mr. Qin." I smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to respond.
"Miss Mu, I heard my mother talk about your intentions a few days ago. I know that Miss Mu is independent and self-reliant, which I admire," Young Master Qin said. "But I don't think this will prevent us from getting along well."
…
It sounds euphemistic, but it's actually too straightforward!
This clearly means that I want to express my feelings.
I wonder why no one comes in to buy some fabric to help out!
"Hmm..." I tried my best to smile. "Mr. Qin, I'm very grateful for your kindness. However, this is our first communication today, and I don't know how I managed to catch your eye..."
Young Master Qin nodded: "This is indeed our first communication, but Miss Mu should also know that my teahouse is diagonally across the street. I actually..."
He paused and said, "I was browsing books in the outer room on the second floor when I saw Miss Mu."
I got goosebumps instantly, but luckily I didn't do anything vulgar like picking my feet.
But I really don’t like being watched secretly like this, and I’m thinking of asking Mrs. Wu to move the table next time.
"Ah, then sir, please don't do this again in the future," I said frankly, "I don't really like it, but I'm also very grateful that you are willing to speak frankly today."
He was silent for a moment: "Well, I won't do that again in the future."
"I once saw Miss Mu buy buns to feed a yellow dog on the street. I think Miss Mu must be a very kind person."
I touched my nose and said, "Ah, no, I'm telling you this in secret, but don't tell Boss Zhao—"
He moved closer and looked at me with some confusion. I cupped my hands into a trumpet shape and whispered to him, "That's because the meat buns from Boss Zhao's house are too greasy. I couldn't eat them. Ah Huang happened to come over, so I gave them to him. It wasn't meant for him. You must have misunderstood."
His expression changed. "Miss Mu comes to the store early every day to open the door. I have indeed seen how diligent she is."
I was startled, and moved closer to him again and whispered, "Young Master, you've misunderstood, but please keep this a secret for me. It's because Mr. Cheng's snoring in the mornings always keeps me awake, so I have no choice but to come to the store early to lie down for a while."
I saw his hand gripping the fan handle stiffen. I pulled away and smiled at him, "It seems Master Qin has misjudged me. I'm grateful for your kindness. I heard that you're going to be a county magistrate somewhere else. I wish you a bright future and a long and prosperous journey!"
He stared at me for a moment, then waved his fan away and smiled, "Miss Mu, since you have no interest in me, there's no need to pretend these misunderstandings to make me give up. Qin is not talented, but I can handle it."
I was also taken aback, then smiled sincerely and said, "I'm not pretending to be mistaken, but it's true. Please don't tell anyone else, Mr. Qin."
As for not having feelings for him, I didn't deny it. Since he admitted it, there was no need for me to hide it.
"Okay, Miss Mu, see you later." He bowed to me again.
He is indeed a good man, and I bowed back: "I hope you can find a good match soon."
"Thank you for your kind words, young lady," he smiled, "and I hope you find your soulmate soon."
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Looking for it? I found it a long time ago.
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