Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Minister Lin looked at him with a look of "you are still pretending", raised his eyebrows and exposed him:

"Osmanthus cake, osmanthus drink, and cassia twigs, they must be for my sister-in-law, right?"

Que Yu lowered his head and chuckled, but then he was still confused, not knowing why he said he had "changed" and "not changed".

"Look at you, look at you, when you mention your childhood sweetheart, you smile especially charmingly, just like before."

"No, I feel even more disgusted than before. Is this the change that marriage brings to people?"

Minister Lin looked dismayed and expressed his feelings:

"When we were in the carriage just now, you didn't talk much. You were much quieter than before. I thought we had returned to the time when we first met. I was wondering how it was possible that we had become strangers after not seeing each other for a while."

Que Yu's words and deeds are almost the same as Meng Wenjin's, except that he is naturally indifferent and can appear a little cold at certain times.

Most people wouldn't think too much about it, and would just guess like Minister Lin that it was because they hadn't seen him for a long time or that they had offended him in some way.

The only part of Que Yu's emotional sensitivity is probably towards Chu Xiaoyun.

Minister Lin was indignant about this:

"Now I know. It's not that we haven't met each other for a long time. It's that you only have your brother and sister-in-law in your heart now."

"Brother Meng, please control yourself. You are about to have the phrase 'putting women before friends' engraved on your forehead."

Minister Lin gritted his teeth and spoke the words of advice as if he wanted to beat the man up.

Que Yu was stunned, but he had to disguise himself when he was outside and had no time to think deeply about his differences.

He forced a gentle smile and explained helplessly:

"Brother Lin, you misunderstood me. My grandmother hasn't been in good health lately, and I was a little worried, so I was a little distracted along the way."

"These flowers are also for the women in the family."

The sound of Minister Lin gritting his teeth disappeared instantly, but he still looked very embarrassed in the quiet carriage.

“Hahahahaha, so that’s how it is.”

He covered up his embarrassment with a dry laugh, then put on a sad expression and asked:

"Didn't the old lady's health improve a little? Why is she getting worse again?"

"With every autumn rain comes a chill. The weather dropped suddenly, and grandma couldn't adapt to it for a while, so... Alas."

Que Yu sighed, and Minister Lin did not ask any more questions, for fear of touching upon some sad past.

"I remember there is a century-old ginseng at home. I will give it to the old lady when I return to help her recover."

After arriving at the gate of Meng's mansion, Minister Lin opened the curtain, stuck his head out, and called the people to come into the mansion.

"Thank you."

Que Yu gave Minister Lin a grateful smile, turned around, and went into the small kitchen in the yard carrying a bamboo basket of osmanthus flowers.

He specifically told the cook to dry some of it for making tea later, and to use some of it as food for her.

Afterwards, he took the only single branch of flowers and went into the study.

After sketching the graceful shape of the cassia twig into the shape of a hairpin on rice paper, Que Yu returned to his bedroom.

Chu Xiaoyun was not in the room at the moment.

It turned out that after a short nap at noon, Mrs. Meng suddenly twitched for some reason, her whole body was cold, her mouth was crooked, and she couldn't say anything. Her condition became even more serious.

At this moment, the whole family gathered in Madam Meng's yard, waiting for the diagnosis results from the imperial physician invited by the Marquis.

His grandmother was seriously ill, so as a grandson, Que Yu returned home and naturally stayed by his grandmother's side.

"Baichuan, put it in the vase."

After placing the cinnamon twig in his hand, Que Yu got up and went to Old Madam Meng's yard.

At this moment, there was a large group of people gathered in the room.

When they saw Que Yu, the crowd immediately dispersed, leaving a path for him to enter.

There were actually not many people guarding Old Madam Meng, just the Marquis and his wife, Yin Qian, Chu Xiaoyun, and an old doctor who was taking her pulse and checking her condition.

Que Yu strode directly to Chu Xiaoyun's side and asked in a low voice:

"How's Grandma?"

Chu Xiaoyun shook her head, her lips pale: "I don't know yet, but the situation doesn't look good."

Que Yu was not surprised. He noticed Chu Xiaoyun's discomfort first, put his big hand on her waist, and said softly:

"Are you feeling uncomfortable? Lean on me and feel more comfortable."

Today is the first day of her menstrual period. She didn’t feel uncomfortable before, but because of the cold, the pain this time is particularly obvious.

Her grandmother was seriously ill and she had to come and look after her.

There was only the imperial physician sitting by the bed to take her pulse, and the elders were all standing, so she couldn't sit down to rest, and the discomfort she felt became even worse.

Que Yu's action of reaching out to support her back was a bit rude in front of everyone, but it helped to relieve his stress very well.

She didn't care about anything else and put all her strength on him.

With her weak waist supported by strong hands, Chu Xiaoyun looked much better. Her frown relaxed and she gave Que Yu a grateful smile.

The Marquis's wife couldn't bear to see the young couple being so close, so she called her son:

"Wenjin, come closer. Your grandmother loves you the most. She might feel better when she sees you."

Que Yu lowered his voice and pointed at the imperial physician who was concentrating on taking the patient's pulse:

"No, mother. The imperial physician needs to concentrate on diagnosing your pulse, so the fewer people around, the better. I'll come over with Ayun after the imperial physician finishes diagnosing your pulse."

The Marquis' wife looked unhappy after hearing what he said, but she could not refute it.

After about half a quarter of an hour, the imperial physician who was examining the patient stood up, shook his head and sighed:

"The old lady is in such a state, I am powerless to save her. At most, I can use some precious medicinal herbs to extend her life by one month."

It was like a bolt from the blue, and Marquis Yongding stood there in a daze.

The Marquis's wife also knew that something was wrong and screamed out in a sharp voice:

"It was fine for the first two months, but it suddenly became unwell after being exposed to the cold wind."

"Is Chu Xiaoyun useless? The wedding is useless..."

The Marquis's wife has been in a bad temper lately, and when she gets angry, her words are very harsh.

She was interrupted by Que Yu halfway through her words:

"Mother, be careful what you say."

The wedding is in early July.

In June, Old Madam Meng was still lying in bed groaning. After Chu Xiaoyun got married, her health improved a lot, and slowly, she was able to stand up and walk a few steps.

It's obvious that Chu Xiaoyun's marriage to bring good luck was effective, so how can the blame be put on her now?

Being stopped by her son in a stern voice, the Marquis's wife became even more annoyed. She rubbed her forehead and said unhappily:

"If she was useful, why is mother-in-law not well now?"

Que Yu did not answer this time. After helping Chu Xiaoyun, he clasped his hands together and bowed to the imperial physician, asking:

"I wonder if you could explain the situation?"

The imperial physician stroked his beard and said:

"This is not the first time I have come to diagnose the old lady's pulse. In June, the old lady's body should have been beyond recovery. It is a miracle that she has recovered since then."

"This should be the normal condition of the old lady's body."

Since the current situation is normal, then what happened to the improvement in the previous two months?

Everyone was confused and looked at the imperial physician.