She wouldn't have had such worries before, but now that Zhi'er's reputation is growing, her worries are intensifying.
But the Duke looked relaxed and said, "Heh! It might not be a bad thing if we were really taken in."
The Duchess was startled and stood up abruptly. She asked somewhat uneasily, "My lord, what do you mean by this?"
He was previously struggling with who to marry Zhi'er, but now he's found a middle ground.
Not great, but it can keep the Duke's mansion standing for a hundred years.
“Throughout history, the path to the throne has been fraught with peril, ranging from the confiscation of property and exile to the extermination of nine generations of aristocratic families. How can a century-old clan not plan for the future of its descendants?” He sighed. “If we had avoided this struggle for the throne from the beginning, not seeking the merit of supporting the emperor, but only hoping that our Duke’s mansion would remain standing for a hundred years, wouldn’t that be wonderful?”
The Duchess of the Duke's Mansion was born into a noble family and was familiar with matters of state.
After hearing what the Duke said, she quickly understood what he meant.
She remained silent for a long while before speaking, "What Master means is that if Zhi'er marries into the palace, no matter how much the princes fight for her, they will not lay a hand on the late Emperor's concubine; they can only show her respect."
On the surface, the emperor's concubines were also the stepmothers of the princes. If one of them could become empress, no matter which prince ascended to the throne, he would not always take action against the empress first.
As the maternal family of the late empress, even without the merit of supporting the emperor, they could still secure their wealth and status.
It must be said that this method is indeed more suitable than marrying the Fifth Prince.
She couldn't bear the thought of her daughter marrying the middle-aged emperor.
But for the sake of her family, she had no choice but to push Zhi'er out.
After calming herself down, she said to the Duke before leaving, "I understand what you mean, sir. I'll go and have someone deliver a message to Zhi'er."
As she reached the door, the Duke called her back.
“Madam, wait a moment,” he said. “Don’t tell Zhi’er about our plans for now. Let Zhi’er come back first.”
As for that young general from the Northwest, he couldn't completely give up on him either.
He then added, "If she can get in touch with that young general, she can keep him at bay for now."
He neither cared about nor believed the Taoist priest that Zhi'er mentioned.
But he also knew about that young general, and if he could win him over, he certainly wouldn't have the chance.
...
Su Wan has been busy making simplified versions of antibiotics these past few days.
Although the pharmacy would automatically replenish the medicine after the patient recovered, she originally planned to sell the medicine for money, and she couldn't keep selling the medicine from the pharmacy forever.
The amount was far too small, and besides, she didn't have patients to treat every day.
Now she's researching the production of antibiotics.
She has been trying to extract penicillin these past few days.
If penicillin were available, she believed that any patient who had used it would elevate the drug to a new level.
Then she won't have to worry about money anymore.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile.
Having been here for so long, she had very little money. If she returned to Linyuan Village in a while, they would surely starve when winter came.
And that dilapidated house, she really doesn't want to live there again this time. If winter comes, it will really make her sick from the cold.
If we go back and reinforce that dilapidated house, at least we won't have to worry about the wind blowing the roof off.
Thinking about all this, she was eager to make the medicine and sell it, and then stockpile some food to get through the winter.
She had originally planned to take some food from the general's mansion and put it in her apartment, but when she saw that the general's mansion was also poor and could only afford to eat its fill, she realized that the food was not enough.
As for whether it tastes good or not, they don't care at all.
So Zhao Xiyue would run to the Lin residence whenever she had free time, and now Bai Zhiyi still comes to the Lin residence rain or shine.
Ostensibly, it was to send Zhao Xiyue some delicious snacks, but in reality, it was to get closer to Wei Jingzhuo.
Wei Jingzhuo has rarely appeared at the general's mansion these past few days.
Bai Zhiyi had no chance to see anyone.
Today, Wei Jingzhuo returned with his men; he had brought all the doctors from the army for Su Wan.
Bai Zhiyi was about to leave, but instead ran into Wei Jingzhuo.
She quickly bowed to him, but Wei Jingzhuo ignored her and walked straight past her toward Su Wan.
Bai Zhiyi stood there, stunned. She watched the departing figure, feeling unwilling. She left her maid and quickly chased after it.
Because of the previous accident, she chased after him this time, but was stopped by the servants.
“Miss Bai, outsiders are not allowed to trespass in front of us. Please turn back.”
Bai Zhiyi knew she couldn't get in, so she turned around and went to find Zhao Xiyue.
Seeing her return, Zhao Xiyue asked, "Why are you back again?"
Her smile froze, but in order to see Wei Jingzhuo, she could only force an awkward smile and say, "I just remembered I had some things to take care of, so I came back."
Zhao Xiyue asked, "What is it?"
Thinking of where that person had just gone, she pulled Zhao Xiyue and said, "I saw that the osmanthus trees in the General's Mansion were blooming exceptionally well, and I want to pick some to make sachets."
"As you know, the Lin family doesn't have an osmanthus tree as big as your general's mansion."
She knew this; the Lin family's courtyard was exquisitely decorated, with every plant and tree arranged in the style of Jiangnan.
Zhao Xiyue didn't think too much about it. Bai Zhiyi had been bringing her food frequently these past few days, and she felt embarrassed to refuse directly.
She readily agreed, "Speaking of osmanthus trees, the osmanthus trees in our General's Mansion in the Northwest are the best blooming and the most fragrant."
It's a pity she wasn't good at needlework; otherwise, she could have learned from those well-bred ladies to make sachets or some delicate osmanthus cakes.
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