So Wei Ping simply took the bowl of hangover soup to Fuquxuan, just as Wei Shuwan had drunk two cups earlier.
When Wei Ping came over, Wei Shuwan was feeling a bit uncomfortable in her head. She sat in the armchair and let Miaoxiang massage the acupoints on her head.
When the maid came in to report, "Miss, the aunt has arrived," Wei Shuwan opened her eyes and Wei Ping was already standing in front of her.
Wei Shuwan had no choice but to stop Miaoxiang and asked in confusion, "Why did Aunt come to see Wanwan...?"
Wei Ping placed the food box on the small round table in the middle of the room, took out the hangover soup inside, and presented it to Wei Shuwan like a treasure: "Wanwan, hurry up, drink this, and your headache will be gone!"
When Wei Shuwan lowered her eyes and saw the brownish-red medicinal soup, her stomach churned. She gestured for Miaoxiang to take it and said with a smile, "Thank you, Aunt. I'll drink it after it cools down a bit."
Wei Ping nodded. Anyway, she hadn't really come to deliver this bowl of medicine. Whether she drank it or not was none of her business. As long as she found out about Sun Xingjian, her trip wouldn't have been in vain.
However, this was a topic that was difficult to approach directly, so Wei Ping first casually reminisced about Wen Liang for a few moments before getting to the point:
"Wanwan, your aunt sees that you and your uncle have a very good relationship?"
"Of course," Wei Shuwan replied calmly, already having a vague idea of why Wei Ping had suddenly come over.
"Do you know why your uncle, who is over thirty, is still unmarried?"
Wei Shuwan smiled, gently wiping her lips with a handkerchief. She felt a little guilty, realizing her next words might be offensive to her uncle.
"A true man has the world in his heart. My uncle was determined to protect his country and his family, so he disregarded his own needs and never married or had children. But my aunt also knew that men in the army are full of vigor, and even those who are unmarried often have a few close companions by their side..."
In order to dispel Wei Ping's unrealistic idea, she had no choice but to apologize to her uncle this time.
This doesn't need to be said too explicitly; everyone understands the hardships faced by soldiers stationed on the frontier, who constantly risk their lives. Therefore, many dare not marry so as not to burden their families. Consequently, the imperial court established military prostitutes to comfort the soldiers.
Wei Ping clearly understood, but deliberately pretended to be confused, and only laughed and said: "After so many years, you still can't earn a title, which shows that those caring people are not necessarily caring."
Instead of backing down, they even started vying for her attention... This was completely unexpected by Wei Shuwan.
However, recalling Wei Ping's expression when she learned in the dining hall that her uncle was very likely to inherit the title of Marquis of Pingyang, Wei Shuwan knew what she was after.
Therefore, it was even less likely that she would bring them together.
However, Wei Ping was, after all, an elder, and one with such a special status, so Wei Shuwan couldn't very well ask her to leave. She had no choice but to come up with other ideas.
She turned to look at the bowl of dark, murky hangover soup, smacked her lips, and reluctantly ordered, "Miaoxiang, the hangover soup is almost ready. Bring it here. Don't let it get cold, or it will disappoint your aunt's kindness."
Miao Xiang brought the bowl of soup back and handed it to Wei Shuwan. Wei Shuwan felt as if she were facing a formidable enemy, but she had no choice but to accept the challenge.
She drank the soup, then feigned gagging a few times, before calling a doctor, who would surely advise her to rest more. By then, even if Wei Ping was completely oblivious, she would have to leave.
Just as Wei Shuwan closed her eyes, preparing to gulp down the bowl of medicine, Zi Qiao's voice came from outside the door: "Miss, the broker you invited has arrived. Should we let him come in directly?"
This is simply a savior sent from heaven! Wei Shuwan opened her eyes and looked at Zi Qiao, deliberately saying, "Take her to the flower hall to wait for a while. Just say that I have guests here and can't leave for the time being."
Having said all that, how could Wei Ping linger here? She awkwardly got up and murmured, "Since you still have other matters to attend to, you can go ahead and do your work tonight. I don't have anything urgent to attend to, so I'll head back now."
"It's alright, Aunt, are you really not going to sit for a while longer?" Wei Shuwan feigned an attempt to persuade her to stay.
As Wei Ping walked out, she said, "Let's do it another day."
The man was finally gone, and Wei Shuwan breathed a long sigh of relief before saying, "Alright, bring that broker over here."
Zi Qiao smiled slyly: "The broker hasn't arrived yet. He just sent someone to deliver a message saying that the carriage was hit on the way and they're arguing about it. I reckon he'll be half an hour late!"
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