Chu Lingxiao got angry when he saw Chu Qianchen's silent look, and felt that it was meaningless to talk to her.

Chu Lingxiao couldn't help but think of Shen again. When he talked to Shen, Shen was often like this, with a kind of indifferent silence, as if what he said was not worth taking to heart.

Chu Lingxiao found the conversation increasingly boring, so he simply walked away in anger.

Chu Yunmu tugged at Chu Qianchen's sleeve and looked up at her, his eyes seemed to be saying, "Dad, what happened? Why did you leave while you were talking?"

Chu Qianchen shrugged, too lazy to pay attention.

Just as Chu Lingxiao reached the gate of the martial arts arena, a maid in a blue jacket came hurriedly, panting and pale.

"My Lord," the maidservant reported worriedly, "Auntie...Auntie has been refusing to eat anything. Since yesterday, she has not even had a drop of water..."

Chu Lingxiao's face changed drastically. He quickened his pace and followed the maid towards Qinghui Courtyard.

There was a gloomy atmosphere in Qinghui Courtyard, and the maids and old women all looked lifeless.

Under Juan'er's guidance, Chu Lingxiao rushed all the way to the inner room.

Aunt Jiang was leaning against the window, sobbing.

Her hair was disheveled, and she wore no pearl hairpins, only a silk ribbon to tie it up. Her thick black hair made her skin look whiter than snow. She was wearing a water green silk shirt tied with a silk ribbon, and her waist was slender, as delicate as a flower.

"Shan'er." Chu Lingxiao called softly, came to her side, and put his arms around her slender waist.

Aunt Jiang raised her pretty face, her eyes were filled with tears and her dark brows seemed to be half-knitted, she looked so pitiful.

"My Lord!" Aunt Jiang threw herself into his arms, calling out in a myriad of ways.

The burn on her foot had been healed for more than twenty days, leaving an obvious burn scar. Although she usually wore shoes and others could not see it, as soon as she took off her white socks, the scar on her left foot was so shocking, like a flaw in white jade.

The more Aunt Jiang thought about it, the sadder she became. Tears streamed down her face like rain. Her frail body trembled slightly as she lay on Chu Lingxiao.

During this period of time, the events of the lady's birthday banquet kept coming to her mind, day and night, and could not be shaken off.

She couldn't help but think that if Chu Qianchen had rescued her earlier that day, then the copper tent hook wouldn't have hit her foot...

She wouldn't have to give Liuli to Chu Lingxiao just because she couldn't serve him...

Aunt Jiang became even more sad, and her tears flowed more and more.

Chu Lingxiao felt heartbroken when he saw the beauty crying. If he had gotten the perfect ointment, Shan'er wouldn't be so sad!

I'm afraid that Shen is not only deliberately torturing Shan'er, but also deliberately taking advantage of me because I have been slow to ask for Mu Ge'er to be named the Crown Prince.

In Chu Lingxiao's opinion, Mu Ge'er is the legitimate son, but he is only five years old. At this age, he only knows how to play, and it is impossible to tell what his character and talent are like.

The prince of Yongding Marquis' Mansion is the future heir of the mansion, so of course he can't be treated casually!

Chu Lingxiao felt that the Shen family was simply being unreasonable. If Mu Ge'er was really worthy of the position of the crown prince, what would be wrong with asking for the title a few years later?

Chu Lingxiao raised his voice and shouted, "Someone come."

Juan'er opened the curtain and walked into the inner room, bowed and waited for orders.

"Let the steward go to Jishidiang in person and buy the Shiquan Cream no matter how much silver it costs!" Chu Lingxiao ordered.

"Yes, my lord." Juan'er responded respectfully and retreated silently.

Aunt Jiang raised her head from Chu Lingxiao's broad chest and looked at him with emotion.

Her tears wet his clothes, but Chu Lingxiao didn't care. He gently wiped away the crystal tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips.

Hope was rekindled in Aunt Jiang's heart, and her eyes were filled with tenderness and admiration.

Her clear pupils reflected Chu Lingxiao's handsome face, as if he was the only one in her eyes and he was the only one she could rely on.

However, Aunt Jiang was disappointed again.

Even if Chu Lingxiao spent a fortune, he couldn't buy the perfect ointment.

With Chu Lingxiao's personality, there was no way he could swallow this insult. Under normal circumstances, he would have relied on his status as a marquis to force the purchase, but it happened that Jishidiang had just been closed down as a national medical clinic.

The emperor had just issued an edict. If he went to Jishidiang to cause trouble, it would be tantamount to slapping the emperor in the face. Even if Chu Lingxiao had a hundred courages, he would not dare to do so.

As a result, in the next few days, Chu Lingxiao's temper became worse and worse. He said several times, explicitly or implicitly, that Shen was jealous for not giving the Ten-Perfect Cream to Aunt Jiang.

These things were widely spread among the servants in the mansion, and even Chu Qianchen heard about it.

Chu Qianchen felt a little annoyed. He shouldn't have given the Shiquan Cream to Shen. Otherwise, Chu Lingxiao wouldn't have had the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

Now that things have come to this, there is no point in regretting.

Chu Qianchen thought about it again and again, and remembered that in her previous life she had made a kind of ice jade cream, which was derived from the phrase "ice skin and jade bones". This ice jade cream can not only make the skin delicate, but also reduce fine lines at the corners of the eyes and mouth.

She immediately wrote out a prescription and asked Amber to go out and get the medicine. She was busy in the house for several days before she made the Ice Jade Frost and put it in a small white porcelain jar.

"This smell is so nice." Shen smelled the milky white ice jade frost that looked like mutton fat, and her eyebrows curved.

Which woman doesn't love beauty? Especially after giving birth to Mu Ge'er, various fine lines have gradually appeared on her face and body in the past few years.

Chu Yunmu, who had just finished school, was also there. He leaned forward and pointed at his cheek and said, "Chu Qianchen, is there any cream that can cure this? Look, when I smile, there is a dimple on my face. It doesn't look majestic at all!"

Shen looked at the place where his chubby little finger was pointing and couldn't help laughing.

When Chu Yunmu smiled, a pair of dimples appeared on her lips, which looked very cute. However, he himself disliked it.

"Nonsense." Chu Qianchen was also amused and tapped his forehead with his finger.

When she smiled, a pair of similar dimples appeared on her lips.

So, is it possible or not? Chu Yunmu stared at the jar of Ice Jade Frost with burning eyes.

At this time, the voice of a maid came from outside the door curtain: "Young lady."

The curtain was opened and Chu Qianhuang walked in slowly, holding a stack of silk paper in her hand.

Chu Qianhuang has moved back to her Yuelu Courtyard, but Shen still does not allow her to leave the house and locks her up at home every day to read and copy scriptures.

"Mother," Chu Qianhuang bowed to Shen and presented the stack of silk paper in her hand, "I have copied the sutra."

Shen stopped laughing and read carefully page by page.

She asked her daughter to copy scriptures in the hope that she could calm her mind, and she also hoped that she could gain some insights while copying and reciting the scriptures.

When she saw the third page, Shen stopped writing, frowned slightly, stared at a line of words and said, "Sister Huang, you wrote too hastily."

At first glance, Chu Qianhuang's hairpin calligraphy is neat, elegant and beautiful, so beautiful that there is nothing to fault with it.

However, Shen noticed that Chu Qianhuang almost made a typo in the middle.

She almost wrote a stroke as a vertical line, but when it was two-thirds of the way through, she abruptly turned it around.

When copying Buddhist scriptures, you cannot make any mistakes. If you make a mistake, you have to copy the page again, but Chu Qianhuang chose to use this page to fool himself.

Shen was disappointed, but at the same time, she became more determined.

In the past, she thought her daughter was good in every aspect and was too confident in her. She let her do whatever she wanted. For example, when she wanted to be the princess's tutor, Shen actually did not agree with it from the beginning, but just let her do what she wanted.

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It was not until now that she realized that her daughter's temperament had gone astray.

Her daughter is already thirteen years old and will soon be of marriageable age. She must discipline her strictly, otherwise she will not be able to win her daughter's heart back.

Chu Qianhuang lowered her little face, her expression unable to conceal her embarrassment and dejection.

She had been copying scriptures in the house for several days, hoping that her mother would release her from house arrest as soon as possible.

Well, even if she is no longer the princess's study companion, she still has a chance to meet that person...

A faint light flashed across Chu Qianhuang's dark willow-leaf eyes.

She quickly glanced at Shen and Chu Qianchen, her slender white fingers tightly grasping the handkerchief in her hand.

"Mom, I understand." Chu Qianhuang responded softly, "I'll go back and re-copy this one."

The Ksitigarbha Sutra is divided into two volumes, with a total of thirteen chapters. Chu Qianhuang copied a page incorrectly, but she took the initiative to re-copy a chapter, which made Shen feel relieved, but also worried that it would be too much.

Shen smiled slightly, took Chu Qianhuang's hand and patted it gently, and comforted her in a gentle voice: "Sister Huang, take your time to copy."

She asked her daughter to copy scriptures in the hope that she could gain some insights in the process, not as a means of punishment.

Chu Qianhuang smiled slightly, her eyes turned to Chu Yunmu, and changed the subject: "Mom, I heard that Brother Mu has been practicing archery recently."

It was no secret that Chu Yunmu was practicing archery. Shen had specially hired a martial arts master to teach her son how to formally learn archery. Although Chu Yunmu had a martial arts master, Chu Qianchen would still take him out to play from time to time.

With these two approaches, Chu Yunmu's archery skills improved significantly, which made him more devoted to archery.

"Big sister," Chu Yunmu smiled until her eyes narrowed into slits, and boasted proudly, "You don't know that Master Yue praised me yesterday, saying that I was making rapid progress, and I was making great progress every day."

Chu Yunmu was so proud that his tail was almost up in the sky.

"Our Brother Mu is so awesome!" Chu Qianhuang stretched out her hand to rub his head, but he dodged it swiftly.

Chu Yunmu's face was puffy like a goldfish, and he emphasized seriously: "Big sister, you can't rub a boy's head, don't learn from a mother!"

Chu Qianhuang was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing: "You, you are young, but you have big rules!"

Chu Yunmu was about to make a few remarks to defend himself when he heard Chu Qianhuang say, "Then I want to see how much you have improved."

"I can already hit the target. If you don't believe me, I'll show you!" Chu Yunmu was suddenly excited. He pulled Chu Qianhuang's hand and excitedly called Shen and Chu Qianchen.

So, the four of them came to the martial arts arena in a mighty manner.

The maid immediately handed him the small bow that Chu Yunmu often carried.

Chu Yunmu was young and weak, so he stood thirty steps away from the target. He had been practicing archery for more than ten days, and after repeated practice, his archery movements were already very good, nocking the arrow, pulling the bow, aiming, and then releasing the arrow.

The arrow flew out with a whoosh, and when it got close to the target, it ran out of energy and began to fall slightly, but it still hit the target.

Chu Qianhuang smiled and clapped with Chu Yunmu, and said to Shen: "Mom, Brother Mu's archery skills are really improving rapidly! He will definitely be a great archer like his second uncle in the future!"

Chu Yunmu raised his chin slightly and held his chest high when he heard that.

My second uncle is the number one martial arts champion. As expected, I will also be the number one martial arts champion in the future!

Chu Yunmu suddenly felt that the arrow on the target was an eyesore. The fact that the first arrow only hit the outermost ring of the target really undermined his prestige.

This bow must not be good enough!

Chu Yunmu walked towards the weapon rack on the side, put down the small bow in his hand, and picked up the Jurchen bow that Chu Qianchen usually used. The deerskin on the bow handle was wrapped by Chu Yunmu himself. After being used by Chu Qianchen for a few days, the deerskin became softer and felt good to hold.

Chu Qianchen said that the Jurchen bow was more stable and accurate than the Han bow.

Chu Yunmu grabbed the Jurchen bow and returned to his original position in a heroic and confident manner, and put an arrow on the bow again.

For the first arrow, the bow was not drawn fully enough, so it missed the target, and the feathered arrow passed by an inch away from the target.

Chu Yunmu was not discouraged. This was his first time using the bow, so it was normal for him to miss the target.

He took the second arrow.

The second arrow was obviously much better than the first, and the tip of the arrow hit the outermost ring of the target again.

“Pah…”

“Pah pah pah…”

Chu Qianchen, Shen Shi and Chu Qianhuang all clapped their hands in support.

Chu Yunmu's face flushed and his eyes shone with excitement. He felt that he was getting better and better at it.

He was confident that the next arrow would be able to hit the target even closer to the bull's eye, as long as he pulled the bow a little harder, just a little harder...

When the bowstring of the Jurchen bow was fully pulled again, suddenly, with a "clang" sound, the taut bowstring broke without any warning...

(End of this chapter)