At this time, the Jing family in Guangling City.
In a courtyard somewhere in a magnificent and exquisite mansion, Qingfeng pushed the door open and walked in with the boiled and warmed medicine.
Jing Qingrong leaned back on the couch, looking pale and haggard.
After he returned to Guangling City, he had a big quarrel with Madam Jing. Two days later, he suddenly caught a cold and fell ill. He had been taking medicine for so many days but there was no improvement. Even if he wanted to leave Guangling City, he couldn't do so in his current physical condition.
"Young Master." Qingfeng stepped forward and handed over the medicine.
Jing Qingrong took it and drank the medicine cooperatively. The bitter taste of the medicine filled his mouth. Qingfeng handed him a box of candied fruit. He took one and put it in his mouth. The sweetness gradually diluted the bitterness.
Qingfeng looked at his young master who looked sad and listless, and wanted to persuade him but didn't know how.
"Sir, do you want to go out for a walk?" After holding it in for a long time, Qingfeng finally managed to say this.
There was a window next to the couch. Jing Qingrong sat up and pushed the window open. He said, "What's new outside? What's so good about going?" His tone was not very good.
Qingfeng choked at the question, but after a moment, he coaxed softly, "How about we go out for a walk? I'll have someone arrange a carriage. The weather is very nice today, neither too cold nor too hot."
Guangling City is located in the north. Autumn has already begun in October and the weather has become cooler, which is indeed good weather for traveling.
Jing Qingrong stared listlessly at the immaculately cleaned courtyard outside, and said indifferently, "Can sitting in a carriage be called strolling?"
Qingfeng felt both distressed and helpless.
The young master's illness came on suddenly. He has been treated repeatedly but has never been fully cured. He feels listless all day long, but he has not developed any more serious symptoms. It can be described in two words - weakness.
Originally, the young master planned to come back and express his attitude to his wife, and then go back to find Madam Su after expressing his determination.
But he suddenly fell ill. Now even if the lady was willing to let him go, the old lady would not let him go.
The young master has been the old lady's favorite since he was a child. Now that he is sick, there is no way she can let him go far away from home. The old lady is old, and the young master dare not contradict her, so he can only stay at home and recuperate.
It has been several days since he was taken care of, but there has been no improvement at all. If this medicine was not prescribed by the imperial physician in the palace, Qingfeng would have suspected that he had met a quack.
Qingfeng was looking at Jing Qingrong worriedly when Mrs. Jing arrived.
She had just come here from paying her respects to the old lady and having breakfast.
"Rong'er, are you feeling better today?" Mrs. Jing's tone was concerned and her expression was kind, just like a loving mother who doted on her son.
But Jing Qingrong ignored her. He crossed his arms and placed them on the windowsill, resting his chin on his arms, leaving only the back of his head visible to Mrs. Jing.
The two never spoke again after their quarrel, because the result of the quarrel was still that they disagreed with each other.
There was no way that Madam Jing would change her mind and accept a country woman like Su Liuer, who was a widow at that. She would not accept her as a daughter-in-law or even as a concubine for her son.
As for Jing Qingrong, he still insisted on not accepting the ladies arranged by Madam Jing. He would not even meet them, let alone listen to Madam Jing trying to get along with them.
Mrs. Jing believed that as long as some time passed, or if Jing Qingrong met another better woman and spent more time with her, he would soon forget about Su Liuer.
So she gave Jing Qingrong a drug that was harmless to the body but would make people weak. She also arranged for the imperial physician, so as long as she didn't say anything, it would not be discovered.
Mrs. Jing looked at her son who completely ignored her, stood there for a while, sighed sadly, then turned around and left dejectedly.
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