"My son, what's wrong?" As soon as Madam Yu entered the room, she saw Yunzhu kneeling in front of the footstool with her head down. There were water stains on her knees, and a half-basin of medicine soup that had long since gone cold was placed beside her.
Wang looked up at Yu, her eyes flashing with panic for a moment before she quickly regained her composure. "Mother."
Madam Yu glared at Yunzhu, "Lan'er is still sick. What kind of behavior is it for you to be crying and sobbing here? Get out of here right now."
Yunzhu held back her sobs, kowtowed to Madam Yu, staggered to her feet, and walked out unsteadily.
After the door closed, Madam Yu gently smoothed her daughter's hair. "If the servant has done something wrong, you can teach her carefully. Why get angry? Yunzhu has grown up with you since she was little. She is steady and meticulous. I originally planned to have her go to the Jiang family with you so that she could become a stewardess and help you in the future."
Wang was stunned for a moment, and forgetting about driving Yunzhu away, she hurriedly asked, "What Jiang family?"
When Yu heard her ask this, she laughed instead, "This child, he fell down and forgot all about his life's most important matter, Jiang Yunhuai, the third son of the Jianchang Marquis family."
Wang's face paled slightly, and she quickly asked, "I'm engaged?"
Yu was surprised, but still nodded and said, "That's right."
Wang stared blankly into the void, lost in thought.
Madam Yu kept staring at her, noticing that her eyes were vacant and she was muttering something, but it was impossible to understand what she was saying if you listened closely.
Mrs. Yu was utterly horrified.
Could it be that her daughter, just as Zhou had predicted, had been so frightened that she developed dissociative identity disorder?
That's how people's minds work; once they have a thought, they tend to think about everything in that direction. Yu tentatively patted her daughter's shoulder, and Wang was so shocked that she almost jumped up.
"Mother, what are you doing?"
Mrs. Yu was so frightened that she clutched her chest, but dared not say anything too offensive, for fear of really scaring her daughter.
What were you muttering about just now?
After thinking for a moment, Madam Yu felt that gentle comfort was the best course of action. After all, her daughter was her own flesh and blood, and Madam Yu firmly believed that her daughter would get better.
Wang blinked, finally managing to think, knowing she couldn't let Yu find out that she was a wandering ghost possessing her daughter's body, so she quickly made up an excuse: "It's nothing, I was just thinking, why is it that even though I'm sick, that Jiang Yunhuai hasn't sent anyone to check on me."
Wang believed her story was plausible, but little did she know that Yu came from a prominent family and had seen it all. To Yu, Wang's little trick was nothing short of a blatant display of guilt. However, Yu's thoughts were clouded by Zhou's description of dissociative identity disorder, leading her to believe that Wang's symptoms were a form of dissociative identity disorder, and she didn't think much of it.
"Jiang San leads the imperial envoy, braving wind and rain every day. How can he spend his days with your romantic feelings?"
Wang lowered her head and remained silent.
A few soft knocks came from the door. Madam Yu raised an eyebrow, remembering the purpose of her visit, and said, "Alright, let's put this matter aside for now. Tell me, what's going on with Yunzhu? Why did you kick her out?"
Madam Wang curled her lip and said dismissively, "She's just a servant girl. If we kick her out, we can kick her out. What's the big deal?"
Madam Yu frowned. She had started teaching Yunzhu these household chores before the New Year, but considering her current illness, she had no choice but to repeat herself. "Yunzhu is a servant born into the household. Her mother is very well-regarded by your grandmother's side, and her father is the manager of our shop. He is always diligent and conscientious. Our family is not a harsh one; we always reward and punish our servants fairly. You dismissed her without any reason, just because you were throwing a tantrum. Isn't that too frivolous?"
Upon hearing Yu's words, Wang immediately became displeased.
"Anyway, I don't want her to serve me. If Mother doesn't want to get rid of her, just put her somewhere else and make sure I don't see her."
When Madam Yu saw that Madam Wang's face was half-lowered, and a shadow fell from above, obscuring her eyebrows and eyes but revealing her stubbornness, she knew that this was the only way to handle the matter.
Madam Yu didn't call Yunzhu in, but instructed Zhang Mama to take good care of the place. Then she took Yunzhu, whose forehead was bruised, back to the main courtyard.
In the side room of the main courtyard, Madam Yu told Shi's father about her suspicions, and Shi's father immediately called Yunzhu over for questioning.
Yunzhu couldn't quite explain it either, only saying that she felt the girl's personality had changed somewhat, that she wasn't as refined as before, and that her speech and behavior seemed more down-to-earth.
Yu's face was solemn. She dismissed Yunzhu and spoke to Shi's father about Zhou's diagnosis.
Mr. Shi was well-read, though not an expert in medicine. He had read books in his spare time, and when he heard that his daughter had been diagnosed with amnesia, his face immediately darkened.
"What else did Zhou say?"
Yu hesitated for a moment, then took out her handkerchief to wipe away the tears that welled up in her eyes. "Zhou only deduced it based on the pulse diagnosis records and medical books she had seen before. She didn't know the specific treatment method, but she did leave a prescription to try. I have already ordered someone to decoct the medicine and send it to her on time every day."
Mr. Shi stopped pacing anxiously and tapped the table lightly with his long knuckles. “I’ve heard that the abbot of Fuyuan Temple is extremely knowledgeable in medicine. If that doesn’t work, then we’ll have to let him take a look.”
Madam Yu opened her mouth and said, "Wouldn't Lan'er's illness be spread around then?"
After a moment of contemplation, Shi's father said, "If we go there, Jiang San will probably have to step in. Only in this way can we prevent people from gossiping."
Madam Yu's expression changed drastically. "How can that be? If he knew Lan'er had this illness, then this marriage..."
Shi's father sneered, "Don't forget what Jiang San does. Lan'er's illness has already been handled by Zhou Shi, and the family has also sent someone to get the medicine. As long as he goes to the pharmacy to inquire, he will naturally know everything. What difference does it make whether we tell him or not?"
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