Miss Shen is not one to be so obedient.
Without even thinking, he retorted, "You don't welcome me? You welcome me? Can you cure Wei Heng's illness?"
"Also, I don't know how to roll. Can you demonstrate for me?"
"you!"
Jiang Jiyao was so angry he wanted to grind his teeth.
But she held back and didn't lose her temper.
She had long heard that she was quick-witted and never minced words, and it seems the rumors were true!
Therefore, she quickly adjusted her emotions, not allowing herself to be easily angered by Shen Qiyin, and then put on the airs of a young lady, saying condescendingly, "Don't think that just because you know a little medicine you're something special."
"I know exactly what you're thinking!"
"You were envious when your sister entered this household as a concubine, so you used the excuse of seeing a doctor to come to this household every day, hoping to take the opportunity to seduce my cousin and become his concubine, right?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Qiyin's eyes darkened.
The maid who was leading the way felt that Jiang Jiyao's words were a bit too much, so she quickly said to Jiang Jiyao, "Miss, please stop talking. The divine doctor came to our Marquis's mansion because the Marquis and his wife invited him personally... Ah!"
Before she could finish speaking, she was suddenly slapped by Jiang Jiyao.
The latter retorted angrily, "Who gave you the right to interrupt me!"
The young maid covered her burning face and repeatedly replied "Yes," as if she didn't dare to even breathe.
Shen Qiyin stepped forward and shielded her behind her.
Jiang Jiyao's disdainful gaze fell on her, and she said sarcastically, "It's my cousin and aunt who are so polite. Do you really think you're something special?"
"She's just the daughter of a lowly physician, as lowly as those merchants' daughters!"
Shen Qiyin raised an eyebrow: "You think you're so noble?"
"An unmarried young woman was keeping an eye on how many men her cousin had taken as concubines."
"Not only would they beat and scold their servants at the slightest disagreement, but they also used vulgar language like 'lowly' and 'despicable' all the time."
"Miss Jiang, you are truly 'noble'."
As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Jiyao couldn't contain her temper any longer: "You actually dare to talk back?!"
"What? Didn't you hear me?" The angrier she got, the calmer Shen Qiyin became: "If you can't remember, I can help you carve it on a tombstone."
"Although evil deeds live on for a thousand years, you may not need this inscription for a while, but even a tortoise cannot live forever, let alone you, so don't worry."
"you……"
Seeing that he couldn't win the argument, Jiang Jiyao desperately tried to use the same trick again.
He raised his hand and slapped her again.
"ah--"
A piercing scream tore through the air above the Marquis of Wu'an's residence.
A thin silver needle, as fine as a cow's hair, was stuck in Jiang Jiyao's palm, gleaming eerily in the sunlight.
Shen Qiyin leisurely admired her face, which was almost contorted with pain.
"You dare prick me with a needle?!"
“You mustn’t say such things.” Shen Qiyin’s tone was gentle, as if she were saying, “Good children don’t usually talk nonsense.” “I didn’t move; you bumped into me yourself.”
Jiang Jiyao: "You're lying through your teeth!"
Shen Qiyin replied, "That's still not as good as you. You're really blind."
"The needle is right here, but you insisted on slapping it upwards. Who can you blame?"
"You, you..."
Jiang Jiyao glared at her fiercely.
Shen Qiyin thought she was incredibly capable, but after stammering for a while, she finally just said, "You just wait! I'm going to tell Grandma right now!"
After saying that, he ran away.
Shen Qiyin didn't care at all and walked towards Wei Heng's courtyard.
However, a maidservant kindly reminded her, "The young lady is very favored by the old lady, and no one in the entire mansion dares to offend her. If the divine physician offends her today, it may not end well."
"Between her and Young Master Wei, who does the old lady care about more?"
"Then it is naturally the Third Young Master."
Shen Qiyin didn't say anything more, but when the little maid took her to her destination, she gave her a small bottle of medicine to reduce swelling and bruising.
Upon entering Wei Heng's room, both the Marquis of Wu'an and his wife were present.
After greeting them, Shen Qiyin, just like last time, first played a short tune that Wei Heng was humming before starting to administer acupuncture.
She discovered that he was not as mentally unstable as the Marquis's wife had claimed.
The last time I gave him acupuncture, his screams were so terrifying that even the parrots in the corridor were frightened and banged their heads against their cages, trying to break free and escape.
The Marquis's wife was crying uncontrollably.
But this time, Wei Heng was surprisingly able to endure it.
By the time Shen Qiyin noticed, he had already bitten his index finger until it was bloody and mangled.
She always felt that he did this so as not to worry the Marquis of Wu'an and his wife.
Wei Heng turned his face to the side and rested his head on the pillow. The sweat from the excruciating pain made him look as if he had been pulled out of the water. His face was pale, but his eyes were clear and bright.
After Shen Qiyin bandaged his wound, she said to him, "Next time I'll prepare a handkerchief for you."
She paused for a moment, then added, "Okay?"
She wanted to test his reaction.
To everyone's surprise, Wei Heng actually nodded!
Her bright eyes suddenly lit up, and Shen Qiyin pressed on: "Then answer me, is it good or not?"
He refused to say a word.
Shen Qiyin knew that this matter couldn't be rushed, so she didn't press him any further.
After the needlework was finished, I played him a little tune he had composed himself, as usual.
However, before leaving the Marquis's residence that day, Shen Qiyin wrote down the tunes that Wei Heng had hummed into musical scores and gave them to the Marquis's wife, saying, "If there are any people in the residence who can play the zither, please play these tunes for the young master more often."
She boldly guessed that Wei Heng looked fierce even when he wasn't having an attack, probably because he couldn't play the tune he was humming and was making himself angry.
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