Painting Doctor Jinhua

When the letter was delivered to the Xiao Mansion, the husband of the Xiao family had already gone out. Because the left wife of the Xiao family was paralyzed in bed, all household affairs were taken care of by the right wife.

It was already dusk. Unlike the dark clouds in the morning, the sky was now covered with the setting sun. The clouds were like a curtain, and the backyard of the Xiao Mansion was shrouded in a dreamy spring evening scene.

The maids were busy sweeping the floor, the women were drinking tea and chatting together, and the servants were also slacking off and chatting about family matters. Everything seemed harmonious and beautiful, and everyone was in great joy.

It was not until the creaking sound of wheels reached the courtyard that the frozen scene began to shake as if a stone had fallen into it. The maids who had been gossiping stood up straight, and the maids and servants who were sweeping the floor made way of their own accord. Everything went on as usual.

"Hey, it's Xiaolang who's back!"

Seeing that the person sitting in the wheelchair was Xiao Xian, the famous son of the Xiao family and known as the most talented person in Jiankang, the third wife Xiao Zhu couldn't help but cover her lips with a fan and smiled softly in a charming voice.

The maids all lowered their heads and dared not look, because anyone with a little attention could notice that the Third Lady's eyes were filled with an excessive amount of obsession when she looked at the Seventh Young Master.

Although there is no big problem between men and women nowadays, if a woman meets a man she likes, she can take the initiative to express her love and pursue him. Some women even boldly pursue a one-night stand. For example, Xu Zhaopei, the wife of Emperor Yuan of Liang in the previous dynasty, was dissatisfied with her marriage life and took the initiative to seduce the princes and ministers and even the close ministers and followers around her husband.

Of course, Concubine Xu's ending must have been a bad one. Emperor Yuan of Liang, Xiao Yi, hated her to the core, but was afraid of the power of her family and dared not touch her openly. During the Hou Jing Rebellion, he took the opportunity to divorce her and ordered her to commit suicide. Even after her death, Emperor Yuan wrote "Ode to the Slut in Autumn" to describe her dissolute and obscene behavior in order to vent his anger at her and her family.

Logically speaking, with this as a lesson, the women of the Southern Dynasty should have been more obedient to the Three Obediences and Four Virtues, but these three ladies were really...

But then again, the Seventh Young Master Xiao Xian was not only extremely talented, but his unattainable demeanor and appearance, like the snow on a cold mountain, was unmatched even by the young masters of the aristocratic families in the entire Jiankang City. As a saying has been passed down in later generations -

"Once you enter the waiting gate, it's as deep as the sea. From now on, Xiao Lang is just a passerby."

The term "Xiao Lang" has become a synonym for handsome men like Pan An in the Jin Dynasty.

But unfortunately, beautiful women have been blessed with good fortune since ancient times, and the same is true for handsome men.

Amid the sighs of the maids, Xiao Xian seemed unaware of anything and still ordered the servant to calmly push the wheelchair towards a courtyard with the words "Lingqing Pavilion" written on it.

There were bursts of coughing sounds in the yard. Xiao Xian paused outside the yard for a moment, a trace of sadness on his brow. Then he ordered the servant to take out a rectangular wooden box and hand it to Aru, the maid who was guarding the corridor.

"Boil these medicines for her to drink first, so that she can take good care of herself. Tell your wife that Uncle Seven will not let anything happen to her."

The maid nodded, bowed and saluted, and replied: "Yes, Mr. Qi. I will definitely take good care of you."

Xiao Xian nodded, then turned and left.

It was not convenient for him to enter a woman's boudoir, let alone that this was his niece.

"Is Uncle Seventh gone?"

When the maid walked into the girl's boudoir carrying medicine, the girl who was lying on the couch immediately raised her upper body and asked.

The maid nodded.

The girl covered her mouth and coughed violently for a while, and her pretty little face, as pale as a lotus in the moonlight in the wind, was also tinged with deep sorrow.

"Why is it so? Uncle Qi clearly knew that my cold had already spread to my lungs. If famous doctors like Zhang Zhongjing and Ge Zhichuan were still alive, I might still be saved. But unfortunately, not to mention that these two great doctors can return to the world, even the medical books they left behind have been lost."

The girl's sigh made the maid's nose sore and she couldn't help crying.

"My lady, why are you so pessimistic? Mr. Qi has repeatedly reminded me that your illness may not be incurable. As long as you don't worry and don't give up, Mr. Qi will definitely find a famous doctor to cure your illness."

The girl started laughing.

"Then you have to look at who I am. Who has the final say in the Xiao family now? My father and mother are both dead. I am just a jinx that brought misfortune to the Xiao family."

"Ma'am, please stop saying that."

The maid cried even harder.

Different from the gloomy and miserable scene in Lingqing Pavilion, Madam Chen's courtyard was bustling with activity. Several maids were arranging the furnishings of the room under her command.

"Put this jade bonsai here, that coral branch there, and this screen..."

These were all royal rewards. As a princess of the Chen royal family, these rewards represented her royal status and honor.

Princess Yunyin was very proud, and her well-maintained face was filled with a smug smile.

At this time, a maid came to report: "Madam, the seventh young master is back. He just bought some medicinal herbs and nothing else."

After thinking for a while, he added, "Oh, by the way, today in a teahouse on East Street, Mr. Seven had an argument with Mr. Zhu. It was really funny to talk about it. It was all because of Mrs. Ten's illness."

"What do outsiders say?" asked Princess Yunyin.

The maid held back her laughter for a while before answering, "It is said that the tenth lady of our Xiao family is suffering from lovesickness."

"Ridiculous, how could he say that!"

Princess Yunyin's eyebrows were raised, and the maid was frightened and confused. Then she saw that the woman who was so arrogant shrugged her shoulders and laughed to herself.

The maid then wiped the tears from her face and laughed along with him with a stiff face.

"Well, this is really unfortunate. The only thing to blame is that the ancestors of the Xiao family did not accumulate good virtues in the past, so this retribution has fallen on their descendants."

Princess Yunyin said another sentence, and the maid was startled and made faces at her.

"Hey, look at what I said. It was definitely a slip of the tongue." After saying that, he looked unhappy again and said to the maid, "Isn't there anyone else here? Why are you so nervous?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of hurried footsteps approaching.

"Madam, the housekeeper is here."

A maid came to report.

"Butler, what is he doing here?" Princess Yunyin looked suspicious and raised her hand, "Please let him in!"

Then he ordered the maidservants around him to change clothes and go to the living room.

Led by the maid, a slightly plump middle-aged man came in and bowed to Princess Yunyin, saying, "Madam, someone outside has sent a letter, asking you to open it yourself. I can't make a decision on my own, so I brought this letter here for you to decide."

"Who would write to me?" Princess Yunyin was suspicious for a while, then she seemed to remember something and ordered Jiang Yu beside her with vigilance and caution, "Show it to me!"

After saying that, he looked at the housekeeper again: "Oh, the housekeeper has nothing to do, you can go and do your own thing."

"Yes, ma'am."

Knowing that the mistress wanted him to leave, the butler tactfully retreated.

Princess Yunyin took the letter from the maid and opened it.

In just a moment, the woman's face, which had been smiling like spring breeze just now, turned pale.

"What's wrong with the princess?" the maid asked anxiously.

Princess Yunyin couldn't help but murmur: "How is this possible?"

My body couldn't help but shake slightly.

"Back off, everyone!" Mrs. Jiang ordered hurriedly.

After all the servants left, the maid also picked up the letter from Princess Yunyin's hand and read it. After reading it, she felt like she was struck by lightning.

"This is impossible!"

Old Lady Jiang knelt down immediately and said, "Princess, the people over there clearly sent a letter saying that the woman was dead, and the daughter she left behind was also forced off a cliff by Qi's soldiers. She can't be alive!"

"Nothing is impossible. Even a dead person may come back to life. But who is she? Who could she be?"

Princess Yunyin suddenly spoke in a crazy tone.

The maid was frightened and trembled.

"Princess, what happened to you?"

"What's wrong with me? I'm not good at doing anything, but I'm always bad at doing things. It seems that woman is just like that." After saying that, the woman's distorted face showed a hint of smile again, "But I want to see who this evildoer is?"

At this time, another voice outside the door shouted: "Princess, the housekeeper is here again, saying that someone is outside to treat the Tenth Lady. Please make the decision, Madam."