Lu Qingyan plans to gradually reduce her usual hobbies of visiting brothels and gambling dens, and she will do less of the things that cause trouble.
Within two days, Lu Qingyan's injuries had mostly healed, and she was able to get out of bed and walk around. Lu's father had also spent some time at the Dali Temple, so he knew exactly how light and heavy the caning was. He also loved his son "Lu Qingyun" and always knew how to use the caning. Otherwise, no matter how skilled Doctor Ma was, he couldn't make "Lu Qingyun" lively and energetic again so quickly every time.
"Where is Dad?" Lu Qingyan asked Pingfu.
Pingfu said with a bitter face, "Master went to the government office early this morning." Could it be that the young master is trying to sneak out of the mansion again while the master is away?
Lu Qingyan raised an eyebrow.
Speaking of Lu Zhizhi, he is a capable person with a good reputation, but unfortunately he has a good-for-nothing son named Lu Qingyun.
Everyone knows Lu Qingyun, the little tyrant of Yunzhou. He's an uneducated, arrogant, and domineering young master who bullies men and women, and his father has to clean up his messes a lot.
With such a good father who cares about her, "Lu Qingyun" isn't really in a bad situation.
"Don't worry, I won't leave the manor." Seeing what Pingfu was thinking, Lu Qingyan smiled. Although she said she wouldn't leave the manor, Lu Qingyan didn't stay idle in the courtyard. Seeing Pingfu's sour face all the time made her feel bad too, so she strolled over to the kitchen.
"Oh, what delicious food are you making?" Lu Qingyan could smell the aroma from a distance.
Lu Qingyan thought it was something good, but all she saw was a bowl of soup.
"Young Master," the kitchen staff called out tremblingly, wishing they could get as far away as possible.
"What is this? It smells good." Lu Qingyan said, lazily taking a spoonful of soup, blowing on it to cool it down, and then drinking it.
Hmm, it tastes good too, and it makes me feel warm all over after drinking it.
Lu Qingyan was about to take another sip when she was stopped: "Young Master, you can't drink this soup anymore, you can't drink it anymore."
"What's wrong?" Lu Qingyan had barely asked when blood started streaming down her face.
Lu Qingyan: ...
This soup is so potent! I only had one sip and it's already too nourishing.
Lu Qingyan slammed her hand on the cutting board and angrily shouted, "How dare you! Which of you poisoned the soup?"
"Young master, we didn't poison it." The chubby head chef said with a bitter face, "It's just a bowl of soup."
"Since it's soup, why can't I drink it?" Lu Qingyan snapped at them. "Does drinking soup have to be selective? Tell me, who is this soup for?"
Lu Qingyan naturally knew that this was a very nourishing soup. Although her nominal stepmother was pregnant, she definitely couldn't drink it, and the old lady was too old to drink it either.
If we exclude everyone else, then it can only be Lu Zhizhi.
That's not right. Lu Zhizhi isn't that old yet, and he's so energetic that he's gotten his stepmother pregnant. Why is he being given such potent tonic soup? Aren't you worried about overdoing it?
"This, this is what the old lady instructed," the head chef said, enduring Lu Qingyan's sharp gaze.
"No need, you can keep the soup here." Lu Qingyan patted the chef's shoulder and said with a smile, "I don't need to tell you what to do. If the old lady asks, just say that my father has already drunk the soup. If the old lady finds out the truth, I'll make an example of you first."
"Yes, yes, we will definitely listen to the young master and drink this soup clean," the head chef said in a trembling voice.
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