Chapter 6 The Same Scumbag Father
"This... Doctor Luo, what's wrong with my brother?" Mu Xun had clearly never seen Mu Xi in such a state before.
Doctor Luo frowned deeply: "What is the young master trying to do? Could it be that the drug has affected his soul, causing him to behave differently than before?"
Mu Xi walked out, feeling an inexplicable sense of unease. She hadn't decided what to do yet, and truly didn't know.
This action was clearly very different from the original owner's personality.
But just as they were about to reach the entrance of the mourning hall and slowed their pace, they suddenly heard a loud shout from outside: "Second Young Master, something terrible has happened... Second Young Master, the Marquis has fainted."
My Lord?
Isn't that my cheap father in this life, that scumbag dad "Jin Fangjun"?
The servant who came to deliver the message almost bumped into Mu Xi.
Upon recognizing the deceased prince, who should have been lying in a coffin, she couldn't catch her breath and fainted from fright.
Mu Xi ignored them and glanced at the servants of the Duke's mansion who were peeking around.
No wonder...
The Crown Prince has been "resurrected" for quite some time now, and so many people have come over from outside. Even Gao Shi and his brother Gao Quan have put on a big show, but the "instigator" of the whole thing—Jin Fangjun Muzhen—has not been seen.
I guess he couldn't handle the shock after receiving the news and fainted.
Mu Xun chased after them and seized the opportunity to grab Mu Xi's sleeve: "Brother, don't be impulsive. Let's go see Father first."
"Uh..." Mu Xi felt frustrated, but she still retained her rationality.
According to the original owner's memories, she despised such a scumbag father.
However, if someone were to come back from the dead and their personality were drastically different from before, it would be impossible to explain it.
Let's act as a "normal crown prince" first, and then plan for the future.
Having made her decision, Mu Xi suppressed her turbulent emotions and followed Mu Xun towards the inner courtyard.
The mourning hall was a temporary structure set up in the front hall of Jin Fangjun's mansion. Now, if you go straight ahead, you can reach the inner courtyard where the mansion's owner resides.
As she traveled, memories of the original owner's time with her father, Jin Fangjun Mu Zhen, began to surface in Mu Xi's mind.
Although the original owner was born into a noble family, her birth mother died early, and she was raised by her nanny and maids from childhood to adulthood, never experiencing parental love.
As the original owner grew up, in order to prevent her identity as a woman disguised as a man from being exposed, Jin Fangjun found a pretext that "the young master is weak and sickly" and sent her to Xihua Mountain to live in seclusion.
On Xihua Mountain, she gained another divine physician, Luo, who took charge of everything, much like a true father. In contrast, her biological father, Jin Fangjun, rarely showed up.
It wasn't until the last two years, when Jin Fangjun's health deteriorated, that he brought Mu Xi back to Jin Fangjun's residence.
Even after returning to her biological father's side, in the original owner's memory, the conversations between father and daughter, apart from necessary "business," never contained a single extra word.
That makes sense. After all, the purpose of bringing the original owner back to the Duke's mansion was not for the father and daughter to reunite, but to pave the way for the second young master, Mu Xun.
For many years, Jin Fangjun devoted almost all his attention to Mu Xun. He hired famous teachers to educate him carefully from a young age, and kept him by his side every day, personally imparting his experience and skills. He wished he could give Mu Xun everything he had and could give him.
Such favoritism reminded Mu Xi of her scumbag father from her previous life, and the resentment she had held in her heart before her death rekindled.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Mu Xun's gentle voice came.
"Hmm?" Mu Xi snapped out of the original owner's memories.
Looking up, she realized they had arrived at the inner courtyard, and her hand was gripping the hilt of her sword tightly, as if she were about to fight someone.
"Ah...it's nothing..." Mu Xi quickly released her grip on the sword hilt. "Let's go inside."
As a newcomer, keep a low profile and develop your strength stealthily.
No matter how unwilling you were in your past life, it's all in the past.
This life has only just begun. To reclaim everything that rightfully belongs to this identity, we need to plan carefully.
Just as the two were about to enter the main hall of the inner courtyard, the head steward Pei Dong came out to greet them, limping: "Young Master, Second Young Master, the Marquis is currently in the study."
He fainted in the study?
Without much thought, Mu Xi turned the corner and followed Pei Dong to the study on the east side.
Upon arriving at the study door, there was no need to announce oneself; one could simply enter.
Inside the study, a physician was already performing acupuncture and moxibustion on the side of the long couch.
Jin Fangjun Muzhen, a middle-aged man in his forties but not yet fifty, lay on the couch with white hair, wrinkled skin, furrowed brows, and closed eyes.
Mu Xi approached and silently observed.
Logically speaking, such a sickly appearance should evoke sympathy, but his stubborn, bronze-like face bears a striking resemblance to his scumbag father from his previous life.
Just then, Jin Fangjun Muzhen slowly awoke from his dazed state. His eyes focused, and his lips trembled with excitement: "You... how could you..."
"So what? My lord, there's no need to get agitated. I'm not dead; I have indeed come back to life." As soon as Mu Xi spoke, he threw the eight words "keep a low profile and develop stealthily" to the back of his mind. He couldn't even bring himself to call his father "father," which was just as scumbag. "Let the physician examine you first. We can talk about it when you're feeling better."
Mu Zhen immediately realized that he was surrounded by irrelevant people, struggled to his feet, and dismissed the physician and servants: "You all go down, all of you go down..."
The physician stood up as soon as he finished his diagnosis.
Mu Xun quickly went to help Mu Zhen up: "My brother was indeed found to have stopped breathing after a consultation with the royal physicians. He was almost buried. It is truly a stroke of luck that he has woken up now. Father, there is no need to worry. My brother has been carefully examined again by Physician Luo. He said that the phenomenon of 'stopping breathing and stopping the pulse' is actually not uncommon among the common people. However, the physicians in the royal physicians do not see it often, which may lead to misdiagnosis."
Mu Xi watched coldly from the sidelines. From beginning to end, the physician who treated Jin Fangjun Mu Zhen did not show the slightest surprise at the appearance of this prince.
Upon further reflection, I immediately understood.
To conceal her identity as a woman disguised as a man, Mu Xi always kept only one doctor, Doctor Luo, by her side and never allowed any other doctors to get close.
Most of the physicians in the royal medical office had never even met Crown Prince Kim Bang.
Mu Xun's explanation, which seemed like a blatant attempt to cover up his mistake, was essentially pointless and unnecessary.
Mu Xi scoffed, and not wanting to see the scene of father and son being kind and filial, she simply retreated to the side of the table.
If you can't pretend to be a "filial son and virtuous grandson," at least you should restrain yourself.
Mu Xun, being a model of filial piety, let Mu Zhen lean against him and then asked the physician, "How is the Marquis's health now?"
The physician carefully chose his words: "Your Excellency must have been overly agitated by what you just heard. I have used silver needles to calm your mind. As long as you do not experience any further agitation, you will be fine."
Stimulated?
Mu Xi sneered inwardly. The figures of her two "scumbag fathers" from different lifetimes had merged into one. Could it be that he had heard the news of the "prince's resurrection" and ruined her "brilliant plan"...
Looking down, he suddenly noticed a scroll of silk open on the desk beside him, with several lines of large characters on it: "Your subject, King Muzhen of Jinfang, is frail and ill, and has not lived long enough. His son, Muxi, has also unfortunately passed away. I request that his second son, Muxun, be established as the heir apparent to succeed him..."
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