After taking her pulse, Jiang Wan had a good idea of what was going on and said calmly, "It's nothing serious, there's nothing to worry about."
"Are you sure?" Zhou frowned and said, "Let's wait a little longer, the imperial physician is already on his way."
Jiang Wan replied, "No need, I can treat the princess."
She took a cloth bag out of her medicine box, opened it, and found a row of thin, long silver needles.
Song Tingyue shuddered at the sight.
Madam Zhou was also quite frightened: "A-Wan, should we... should we wait for the imperial physician to come?"
"No need for that."
Jiang Wan took out the longest silver needle, its tip gleaming coldly in the candlelight.
"Princess, this is due to poor blood circulation. You can recover simply by inserting forty-nine needles into the corresponding acupoints."
Four, forty-nine?
Zhou stared at Jiang Wan in disbelief, utterly dumbfounded: "What nonsense are you spouting?"
She was now completely certain that Jiang Wan knew absolutely nothing about medicine.
Song Tingyue wasn't sick at all; there was no problem with her blood and qi circulation.
Feigning abdominal pain was merely a ploy to lure the imperial physician in and punish Jiang Wan for neglecting her duties.
I didn't expect her to arrive so quickly.
The imperial physician, who should have arrived by now, has been nowhere to be found for some reason.
Jiang Wan glanced at her indifferently, her tone somewhat displeased: "Mother, what are you saying? Don't you trust my medical skills?"
Zhou choked.
Fearing that saying the wrong thing would cause Jiang Wan to quit again, she was afraid that if she said the wrong thing, Jiang Wan would quit again.
Zhou was sweating profusely and managed to squeeze out, "I... I didn't mean that."
Jiang Wan nodded, and without hesitation, took out a silver needle.
Judging from his posture, his technique was extremely casual; he would just pick a spot that looked good and start attacking.
Song Tingyue stared at the needle tip, her body trembling uncontrollably.
She didn't believe Jiang Wan would dare to treat her haphazardly!
If something really happens, can Jiang Wan take the blame? Has she gone mad?
But Jiang Wan was clearly bolder than she had imagined.
It was clear that the silver needle was about to pierce her skin.
Song Tingyue finally couldn't hold back any longer and said weakly, "Wait! Awan, I... I think I'm alright now."
Jiang Wan raised an eyebrow: "Really?"
Song Tingyue took a deep breath and nodded, saying, "Really, it doesn't hurt anymore."
Jiang Wan smiled slightly and withdrew the silver needles: "That's good."
Just then, a maidservant came to report from the door: "Princess, the imperial physician has arrived!"
Jiang Wan said directly, "Let him go back. The princess has recovered."
Zhou: "..."
The imperial physician, completely disoriented and bewildered by Biluo's lead through the winding paths of the backyard, was speechless.
Jiang Wan looked at Song Tingyue lying in bed, and her smile deepened.
If her hand had been even half a fraction faster, the silver needle would have entered her body.
She thought that Song Tingyue's request for her to protect her pregnancy was just an attempt to make things difficult for her.
Unexpectedly, Song Tingyue was willing to risk her own unborn child.
The price is far too high.
It seems there's an even bigger conspiracy waiting for her.
…
After feigning illness, Song Tingyue secluded herself at home for a few days.
After hearing the whole story, Gu Yurong mocked her behind her back.
"I told you Jiang Wan wouldn't be easily manipulated, but she wouldn't believe me. She deserved to suffer."
Despite the mockery, she still needed Song Tingyue's strength.
So he still greeted her with a smile and went to visit her.
Song Tingyue was also in a bad mood.
Her tactics against Jiang Wan were ineffective, and she was outmaneuvered time and time again. Her mind was in turmoil, and Jiang Wan had stirred up her anger.
Looking at Gu Yurong, who was meek and obedient, this time she didn't speak so definitively.
"What do you want me to do for you?" she asked.
Gu Yurong was overjoyed to hear that she had agreed and said, "After the New Year, the General's Mansion will officially establish a heir. At that time, I hope that the Princess can lend a helping hand to Lin'er."
Song Tingyue thought to herself, "This is not a difficult task."
"Isn't Ziyu the one who dotes on Lin'er the most? Would he choose someone else?"
"Princess, you may not know that Song Yu, whom Jiang adopted, is ambitious and wants to compete with Lin'er."
Gu Yurong remembered something and smiled maliciously.
"Jiang loved Song Yu very much. She once pushed her second sister into the lake for him, which was known throughout the mansion."
Song Tingyue indeed frowned.
Song Yu…she remembered it.
“I can help you,” she said.
Gu Yurong said happily, "Thank you..."
"But you have to prove your worth to me first."
Song Tingyue said slowly.
"It's a beautiful autumn day, and I've heard that Princess Zhaohua is planning to invite dignitaries from the capital to her villa to admire the red maple leaves and fly kites. She'll definitely send an invitation to the General's Mansion then."
She glanced at Gu Yurong, a hint of coldness in her eyes.
"When the time comes, you should prepare well..."
Pei Tang was going to stay at the villa for a while, so he naturally invited Jiang Wan as well.
The invitation was delivered to Xingzhi Courtyard five days later. It was written in Pei Tang's own handwriting, urging Jiang Wan to attend the gathering.
Jiang Wan wasn't interested in flying kites.
What caught her attention was something else.
Four days ago, Song Tingyue came to Xingzhi Courtyard in person, saying that after the autumn harvest, she had sent over the harvest ledgers from the estate she had purchased in Donglai. Because there were quite a few accounts, she wanted Jiang Wan to help her review them.
But those accounts were all written in Dong Laiwen, which Jiang Wan couldn't understand.
Therefore, Song Tingyue has been teaching her to recognize basic Donglai characters these past few days.
Song Tingyue taught diligently, and Jiang Wan learned very quickly. In just a few days, she was already able to write simple Donglai characters from memory.
“I think she definitely has ill intentions,” Biluo analyzed.
Jiang Wan did not deny it.
But she couldn't figure out what Song Tingyue wanted to do.
She beckoned Cai Die: "Go find Aunt Ru and ask her for a favor."
Three days later, an hour after dinner, there was a knock on the door of Xingzhiyuan.
To avoid being seen, Aru changed into a maid's clothes and came under the cover of night.
Jiang Wan welcomed her in: "Did no one see you?"
Aru shook her head and took a sip of tea to warm herself up: "That day I received a letter from the madam, asking me to find a way to visit Xuezhu Residence. However, I am of low status and cannot go rashly. I can only wait for the general to take a day off today and beg her to take me to pay my respects to the princess. I hope I haven't delayed the madam's business."
“You did a great job.” Jiang Wan shook her head. “Did you discover anything?”
"After dinner at Xuezhu Residence, the General and the Princess were playing chess in the study. I took the opportunity of serving tea to discover..."
Aru took out a piece of Xuan paper.
“There are many such texts in Princess Anyang’s cabinet. I can’t understand them and I dare not steal them, so I just copied some from memory.”
Although there were only a few strokes on the paper, Jiang Wan could tell at a glance that it was Donglai script.
Moreover, it was Donglai script that I wrote myself while practicing calligraphy.
Because she was a beginner, she would make mistakes in her strokes, and Song Tingyue specifically pointed them out to her.
Therefore, Jiang Wan recognized her at a glance.
But what she wrote was just simple text, without any meaning, and it didn't even form sentences.
What is Song Tingyue collecting these for?
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