Chapter 489 Yan Lang's Pulse Detection
Yun Chen had asked Yan Shijiu about his background out of curiosity several times before.
He didn't like to talk much and always looked gloomy whenever it was mentioned, so Yun Chen kept quiet.
Ever since he caught a cold and had a high fever and talked in his sleep about his painful childhood memories, Yun Chen has become even less talkative.
For her, respect does not touch a person's scars and is the duty of being a close friend.
However, Yan Shijiu asked her a very strange question:
"Yun Chen, would you like my mother? I really hope to hear you call her 'mother'."
Yun Chen couldn't answer, obviously he had never considered the eternal problem of "mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship".
Meeting the mother-in-law? Calling her mother-in-law? She and Yan Shijiu were just pretending to be married, so why would they like each other or not?
She quickly put the matter behind her.
Then half a month later, Yan Shijiu suddenly told her a piece of news:
It is said that the Third Prince, a genius doctor of Dongyan, and his biological mother, Concubine Zhao, traveled to the Kingdom of Nan in private clothes and passed through Kyoto City. In order not to attract attention, they did not want to stay in the palace or the inn, so they rented a house in a mansion to stay.
When Yun Chen heard that Yan Lang was coming, she was very happy and talked incessantly about how Yan Lang had taken care of her health many times and how he had cured the "fool" Yan Shijiu at her request.
With these old friendships in mind, Yun Chen immediately urged Yan Shijiu to invite Yan Lang and Concubine Zhao to stay at the Yan Mansion.
As the nominal "mistress" of the Yan Mansion, she spent a full ten days leading everyone in the Yan Mansion to clean and tidy up the entire Yan Mansion.
When Yan Lang and Concubine Zhao entered the Yan Mansion surrounded by a large group of guards, they saw that during the coldest time of winter, the walls of other people's houses, including the roofs and walls of the imperial palace, were covered with snow.
Only the Yan Mansion was kept clean. There was a thin layer of ice on the walls, which was obviously caused by repeatedly washing the walls with water.
Yan Shijiu and Yun Chen stood side by side in the front yard. The man was tall and handsome, while the woman was tall and pretty, with curved eyebrows and eyes. They looked like a pair made in heaven.
Yun Chen's smile was as warm and pure as ever.
At this time, Yan Lang was helping Concubine Zhao cross the threshold and enter the house. When he first saw that smile, his heart skipped a beat and his hands became unsteady, causing Concubine Zhao's arm to tilt slightly.
Concubine Zhao looked at Yun Chen, then at Yan Lang beside her, and finally her gaze fell on Yan Shijiu, who was smiling and pretending to be polite and proper.
Concubine Zhao patted Yanlang's hand in a soothing manner, and said in a very soft voice with a meaningful tone:
"Ever since we received the news that we were coming, you've been absent-minded. Did you miss your brother too much? Now you finally see him. You know he's a domineering person. Don't make him angry. It's not good for you."
"Yes, mother..." Yan Lang replied.
Both mother and son walked in and exchanged polite greetings with Yan Shijiu in a fake manner.
While Yan Shijiu was welcoming Concubine Zhao and personally supporting her into the hall, Yun Chen stopped and walked side by side with Yan Lang who was lagging behind.
Looking at him now, he had grown into a handsome young man of seventeen or eighteen, with an indifferent temperament, looking like a rebellious teenager with a proud personality. She felt relieved and amused, and nudged him with her shoulder familiarly:
"Hey, it's only been less than a year, and you're already eighteen? Grow slower, or you'll be older than me in no time. Plus, growing too fast is prone to growing pains."
Yan Lang stared at Yan Shijiu's back, afraid that he would turn around and see him being intimate with Yun Chen.
Yan Lang's face was expressionless, but his eyes softened and brightened as Yun Chen spoke, and he snorted softly:
"I'm older than you anyway. Plus, I'm not a kid anymore, so I don't have any growing pains! Thank you!"
"Don't be stubborn. I asked the cook to make some milk porridge for you to nourish yourself!" she said with a smile.
Milk porridge? Another kid's meal!
This brought back many memories of Yanlang's past, those warmest and most delicate beautiful moments, all of which were related to the warm woman in front of him.
He couldn't help wanting to laugh, and just as the corners of his lips curved slightly, he saw Yan Shijiu, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around, tightly grasping Concubine Zhao's wrist with one hand, causing her to frown slightly in pain, and extending an invitation to him with the other hand, saying with a forced smile:
"Why are you here to chat, Third Prince? You must have been exhausted from the journey. I have prepared some wine for you two to enjoy."
The corners of Yan Lang's lips stopped and straightened abruptly. He said "thank you" politely, then walked forward, took Concubine Zhao's wrist, and helped her sit down next to Yun Chen.
Through the sleeve of his clothes, Yan Lang gently massaged Concubine Zhao's wrist to relieve the pain that had just been caused by Yan Shijiu's grip.
Concubine Zhao used her eyes to express comfort, as if saying to Yan Lang:
"Forget it. I've gotten used to it over the years."
Yan Shijiu is best at using the lifeblood of others to threaten and force them.
Anyone who truly understands Yan Shijiu will deeply understand this.
In order to make Yan Lang obey his orders and serve as regent in the palace, Yan Shijiu had kept Concubine Zhao under house arrest on Guangyulan Island, which was heavily guarded, since the death of Emperor Dongyan. She rarely allowed Concubine Zhao to meet with Yan Lang.
Even if they were seen occasionally, Concubine Zhao was always surrounded by Yan Shijiu's secret guards.
In order to diagnose and treat Yun Chen's illness, and also to let Concubine Zhao meet Yun Chen, Yan Shijiu allowed Yan Lang to be with Concubine Zhao for the first time, and they traveled thousands of miles to Nan Country in the cold winter.
Originally, Yan Lang wanted to take Concubine Zhao with him and run away.
But Yan Shijiu had already seen through all his thoughts and told the secret guard to say to him:
"My silly brother, that's my mother too. How could I bear to keep her under house arrest? I'll release her sooner or later. As for threatening you, there's no need to keep my mother under house arrest. I just need to tell her the truth about how you prepared the medicine for me and poisoned my father. That's enough."
Yan Lang was extremely shocked, and finally realized that as long as Concubine Zhao was alive, Yan Shijiu would be able to control him firmly.
Otherwise, Yan Shijiu would tell Concubine Zhao the truth about his complicity in murdering his father.
By then, Yanlang will have to face his mother's endless disappointment and collapse.
Yan Shijiu has always known that this is what Yan Lang fears the most. This is his lifeline.
What about Yan Shijiu’s lifeline?
While eating his milk rice, Yan Lang looked up at Yun Chen.
Her complexion looked okay. Apart from some mild symptoms of liver depression, restlessness, and a knot in her heart, there seemed to be nothing else. We still had to take her pulse carefully to find out.
At the banquet for four people, Yan Lang, Yan Shijiu and Concubine Zhao pretended to be strangers to each other, each with their own thoughts, and the conversation was awkward and cold.
Yan Shijiu said, "My Lady Princess, Third Prince, you must have been very tired from traveling all this time. You can stay in my humble abode for a few more days."
Yan Lang's face was cold: "It's indeed hard work. In this cold winter, normal people don't even leave the house, let alone travel a thousand miles. As for staying longer, forget it. It's too disturbing."
Yan Nineteen snorted softly, "It seems that my humble abode is too small to accommodate the two of you."
Concubine Zhao hurried to smooth things over, her voice gentle and powerful, but she said to Yun Chen:
"Of course, as long as Madam Yan doesn't mind, I'm willing to stay for a few more days. Everything here is in perfect order and everything is fine."
These words finally made Yan Shijiu's expression brighten up a little, and he raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of pride in his expression:
"That's right! My wife is the housekeeper of the mansion. She is in charge of all the daily affairs, big and small, so everything is naturally neat and tidy."
Yun Chen smacked his teeth: "Why does this sound like she's showing off her virtue? I didn't expect Yan Shijiu to be so concerned about her reputation!"
She was completely unaware of the rather strange and awkward atmosphere at the banquet, thinking it was simply because everyone was unfamiliar with each other and the conversation wasn't lively. She tried hard to liven up the atmosphere, acting like a host, and warmly and considerately taking care of Concubine Zhao beside her, picking up food for her and warming up wine for her.
Knowing that Concubine Zhao disliked meat, Yun Chen specifically ordered people to place the lightest dishes in front of Concubine Zhao, and pushed the rest of the meat to Yan Shijiu.
Concubine Zhao kept looking at Yun Chen's busy appearance with soft eyes. His little mouth chattered non-stop, as cheerful as a joyful little bird. Her heart almost melted when she saw it, and she finally understood why her two sons' hearts were for the same woman.
Such fiery passion can indeed melt any darkness and ice in this world.
When Yun Chen poured her some hot soup and even used a handkerchief to hold the bottom of the boiling bowl, Concubine Zhao suddenly said:
"Good boy, put your hand out."
Yun Chen didn't understand what he meant, but he still reached out his hand obediently.
Concubine Zhao wrapped it with her warm palms, then took off the pink and purple jade bracelet on her wrist that she had worn day and night for more than forty years, and put it on Yun Chen's hand.
Yan Lang was surprised and blurted out:
"Mother, isn't that the token of love you and father gave us when you were little? You loved it the most and said you wanted to give it to your daughter-in-law in the future?"
After saying this, Yan Lang immediately realized that this was inappropriate and shut up immediately.
Yan Nineteen smiled brightly and said jokingly:
"Oh, Yunchen, the Concubine has taken a fancy to you and wants to recruit you as her daughter-in-law! But you are already my wife, so I have to recognize the Concubine as my godmother, how do you think?"
After saying this, Yan Nineteen actually stood up from his seat, walked briskly to the side of Concubine Zhao, patted his sleeves and brushed his clothes, knelt neatly, performed a standard formal ceremony, and then stood up, affectionately took Concubine Zhao's arm, and said with a smile:
"From now on, I am also the son of Concubine Zhao. Godmother, Yun Chen is your daughter-in-law!"
"Very good." Concubine Zhao smiled very appropriately, a hint of unnaturalness flashed across her face, and she pulled her arm out of Yan Shijiu's hand without leaving a trace.
Yun Chen stared at the scene in a daze, and then, while they were chatting awkwardly about eating, he pinched Yan Shijiu's waist fiercely and cursed him in a low voice:
"You're crazy! I'm the Concubine Dongyan! You're my godparents on my first visit? Are you fucking crazy? Do you know any etiquette? Don't you see my son Yanlang sitting there?"
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