By December, the executioner who was at large seemed to have been caught and executed, but Jiang Ling did not go to see it.
The clansmen of Qiu Congshan and Cheng Zhihuai were already on their way to exile, and the emperor ordered that appropriate condolences be given to those officials who died suddenly.
Zhou Jing'an gradually became busy, and during this time he asked her to have tea and listen to some music.
In addition, the emperor ordered the conferment of titles, giving Zhou Huaixin the hereditary title of "Duke of Xin", which further elevated the status of the Zhou family. As the most honorable young master, Zhou Jing'an became very popular in the capital.
Jiang Xiulin and Tao Yi finally found out about the rumors about Jiang Ling. They were very angry, but not at Jiang Ling, but at those who gossiped about her. They didn't know what means they used, but those rumors were like dust wet by rain, and they all returned to the earth and became quiet again.
Jiang Ling went to see Wanran twice. His complexion seemed to be a little rosier. He drank medicine and took medicinal baths every day. He was still as cool and ethereal as a fairy, but with a hint of herbal fragrance.
The side quest was just around the corner, and Zhou Jing'an's favorability and loyalty increased by another ten points. The people of the previous dynasty also calmed down as their pawns were removed one by one, and they lived a peaceful and quiet life.
Jiang Ling held the heater in her hands, lifted the car curtain and took a look. There was a thick layer of snow outside, and snowflakes were still floating in the sky. She stretched out her hand and felt cool.
"Mom, can we get there before evening?"
Meng Wanjie pulled her hand back from the window, gave her a scolding look, and estimated the time: "It should be about time. I've already written to your uncle, and he should send someone to pick us up."
The carriage traveled for another half an hour and the snow had stopped. Jiang Ling took a breath of the cold air and felt instantly more awake.
Xiaojia said they were almost there. Jiang Ling lifted the curtain and saw a boundary stone with the two big words "Fuzhou" engraved on it.
Meng Wanjie pulled her back, straightened her cloak, and was about to complain when she heard the sound of horse hooves coming closer.
"It's my cousin." Xiaojia said, having stopped the carriage.
Jiang Ling opened the curtain and leaned out. She saw Meng Junyao tighten the reins and the horse stopped. She smiled and called out, "Cousin."
Meng Junyao was wearing a dark-colored robe and a matching cloak, looking very heroic. He smiled when he saw her, got off his horse, and bowed, saying, "Cousin."
He chatted with Meng Wanjie for a few words, then mounted his horse again and led them into the city.
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The capital is far away from Fuzhou. Meng Wanjie and Jiang Ling traveled for many days and arrived in Fuzhou at the end of December.
Jiang Ling met her grandparents Meng Yan and Lu Yunqiu. Meng Yan was tall and thin, and his every move was elegant and easy-going. Lu Yunqiu was petite and an old woman who loved to laugh.
My uncle Meng Linghan is a tall and handsome scholar with eyes and eyebrows that are about 50% similar to Meng Wanjie. My aunt Lin Niantao is a gentle and virtuous woman from the south of the Yangtze River, who makes people want to get close to her.
Jiang Ling was greeting the elders when she was caught off guard by a warm touch on her fingers. She looked down and saw a six or seven-year-old pink-faced jade baby looking up at her, holding her fingers and shaking them, with a pair of big eyes looking at her with great curiosity.
Her heart was about to be melted by cuteness. She squatted down and said softly, "Just wake up."
Xingxing was wearing a light pink jacket, with a round face and bright eyes. She nodded and said, "I'm Xingxing, you must be cousin Ling."
Jiang Ling nodded, "Yes, I am."
Sure enough, I couldn’t help but start pinching when talking to the cute little kid.
She turned around and saw everyone looking at them, all with gentle smiles on their faces.
After asking for her consent, she carefully picked her up, but found that she was so light.
The little jacket looks puffy, but it actually lets the wind in.
Jiang Ling frowned distressedly and turned back to ask Lin Niantao, "Aunt, is Xingxing's body still the same as before?"
When talking about this, several people sighed.
Xingxing was born with a weak constitution since her mother's womb. She was born prematurely. In addition, she was born in the cold winter and had a fever for several days. Since then, her health has been poor. She has seen many doctors since she was a child, but they can only treat the symptoms and not the root cause. They just say that she can only be taken good care of.
Jiang Ling touched her little face and said softly, "Wake up, you will be fine."
She remembered that in a few days there would be a miraculous doctor traveling around the world, claiming that he could cure all diseases. When Hua Tuo was alive, he was actually a liar. Knowing that the Meng family had been spending a lot of money to find a doctor who could cure Xingxing, he came straight to the Meng family.
This was also the reason why I mentioned coming to Fuzhou with Meng Wanjie.
Thinking of how Xingxing became increasingly weaker and weaker due to his reckless diagnosis and treatment, and eventually died, Jiang Ling felt cold with hatred.
Jiang Ling couldn't bear to see such a cute and sensible child die miserably.
"Don't worry, Xingxing will be fine." She repeated.
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Jiang Ling listened to Xiaojia's report and squeezed the teacup in her hand tighter and tighter.
She said in a cold voice: "Follow him carefully, and be careful not to alert the enemy."
Xiaojia took the order and left. Jiang Ling looked at the red charcoal burning in the stove, and his eyes became colder.
It’s not that simple after all.
That "miracle doctor" didn't come for the huge sum of money, he came for the Meng family.
She just asked Xiaojia to send someone to test the waters a little, and she realized that his purpose was not for money at all.
Jiang Ling couldn't help but think of the Jiang family in the original book, which was gradually declining. She pursed her lips. It turned out that they had extended their hands to the Meng family.
"Heh." She sneered.
No matter how long their hands are, she will chop them off one by one!
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The weather in Fuzhou is warmer and more humid than in Beijing. Jiang Ling had a great time here for a few days, visiting all the delicious and fun places, and had a very happy time.
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