Transformed into the control group, relying on the spiritual spring space to feed four children

Wen Yan followed them to the inner courtyard and sent the servants away, and only then did they relax a little.

Wan Xiaqing came over and hugged Wen Yan tightly, saying in a muffled voice, "Mom, I'm sorry."

Wen Yan patted her on the back. The child had only been gone for a month, and she had grown a lot taller. She was almost as tall as her. "Okay, as long as you are safe and sound, that's all."

Ye Qinghuai also clasped his fists towards Wen Yan, "Aunt Wen, you are frightened. Liu Cui has already told me everything."

Wen Yan looked at them and asked gently, "Is everything okay in the capital?"

"Mom, everything is fine."

Ye Qinghuai obviously didn't think that he could hide everything from Wen Yan. After all, Wen Yan got involved in all the dirty work of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion as soon as he came to the capital, and he obviously knew that his current situation was not satisfactory.

Wen Yan didn't intend to ask more questions. In a place like the capital, where fame and fortune reigns, it was not easy to find a place to live in peace.

She took out a palm-sized wooden box and said, "Qing Huai, this is the pill that I developed with the doctor from Zhong Jing Tang. If you take it when you are injured and difficult to treat, it can save your life."

The small wooden box contained ten pills wrapped in wax paper. Wen Yan asked two old doctors before she set out. The most feared thing for marchers was to be seriously injured and die on the battlefield, so she asked for a prescription that could save their lives, and then made it with the medicinal herbs grown in the space. In the end, she only got these ten pills, which were about ten times more effective than ordinary medicines.

Ye Qinghuai took it and thanked him solemnly. He gave one to Wan Xiaqing and kept the rest carefully.

Wen Yan smiled and said, "Qing Huai, I came to the capital city for other things besides visiting you. I have to go now."

Wan Xiaqing held her tightly and said pitifully, "What about me? Mom, don't you want to look at me a few more times?"

"I didn't know who it was at the beginning, but he ran away from home without saying a word, and he had to choose a time when I was not at home." Wen Yan poked her forehead with a resentful tone.

Wan Xiaqing stopped talking immediately. At that time, she heard... heard that old man Wan Gaofeng said he wanted to kill her mother, but she couldn't believe that the person in the video was her father. So she wanted to see with her own eyes who the consort of Princess Shang was!

In September, two months later, the princess consort's wedding procession will circle the capital, and she will then be able to see who it is.

But Wan Xiaqing didn't plan to tell Wen Yan about this. Although she was disappointed with her father, she would still be sad.

"Mom, it's okay. Joining the army has always been my dream. I must become a general!" Wan Xiaqing said.

Since she didn't say anything, Wen Yan didn't ask. When the child grew up and had his own ideas, he could go for it. She just needed to be a good backup. She tidied the hair by Wan Xiaqing's ears and said, "I'll leave later. You can meet me at the house in the suburbs of Beijing in the evening."

Wan Xiaqing nodded.

Ye Qinghuai glanced at the address Wen Yan mentioned, and suddenly said, "This seems to be the private residence of the Jingzhao prefect?"

Wen Yan explained the whole story and left without staying any longer.

In the afternoon, Wen Yan came to a courtyard and knocked on the door. The weather in the capital was cooler than that in Xiahe Town, but only slightly. After walking such a long distance in the afternoon, Wen Yan felt that her makeup was about to fall off.

Finally, another old lady came and opened the door. Seeing Wen Yan outside, she looked at her in confusion: "Who is it?"

"I was asked to come and take Miss Xiangyun to my place to recuperate."

After hearing Wen Yan's words, the old nanny opened the door and let her in, mumbling, "Madam has long said that someone will come to pick up the girl. I have been waiting for several days."

After entering the door, Wen Yan found that the courtyard was not big, and almost all the houses could be seen after entering the door. In addition to the old woman, there was also a maid who was sweeping the courtyard when she saw her.

Walking into the main house from the corridor, a strong medicinal aroma and odor wafted out from inside. The room was filled with the fragrance of herbs, and there was only half-burned medicinal residue left in the iron basin.

The old maid explained: "This is the medicine prescribed by the doctor. If you light it and fumigate the room every day, the girl's body will not hurt so much."

Wen Yan nodded slightly and walked to the bedside.

The woman lying there had burns all over her body, with no healthy skin left. Some of the burns had already scarred, but others were inflamed and red, and the most serious ones had begun to fester and ulcerate.

Very serious.

In other words, it's just waiting to die.

As if she could see Wen Yan's serious expression, the old lady sighed, "At the beginning of this year, he could wake up half of the day, but later in the spring, he could only wake up for one or two hours. Now he rarely wakes up. Daya and I have to force him to eat."

Daya is the maid who cleans here. "In fact, if you ask me, it would be better to let the girl die quickly so that she can suffer less..."

Wen Yan did not answer, but took out a prescription from her bag: "Old Madam, please go get me some medicine."

The old lady took the prescription and said hesitantly, "Master, can you really save her?"

Wen Yan neither confirmed nor denied it, she smiled faintly and said, "We have to try it anyway."

The old nanny went out with the prescription doubtfully. Wen Yan stayed in the room and brought a cup of warm water mixed with spiritual spring water, and slowly fed it to her.

It was a miracle that he survived with such severe burns.

Wen Yan knew no medical skills and could only rely on Lingquan and the prescriptions of the two imperial doctors from Zhongjing Hall.

Half an hour later, the old nanny came back with the medicine. Outside, gloomy rain clouds gathered and it started raining right after she came back.

"Chen Hu was right. It really started to rain." Wen Yan stood on the veranda and looked up at the sky. She couldn't help but feel a little worried. "I wonder how she will get here tonight."

This "she" refers to Wan Xiaqing.

The two agreed that Wan Xiaqing would come to see her tonight.

At the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, as soon as it started raining, Wan Xiaqing couldn't help but grab his raincoat and ran out of the back door.

She has asked for leave from her master these days and must spend more time with her mother.

She was wearing a straw raincoat, a bamboo hat on her head, and an umbrella in her hand. Ye Qinghuai forced her to wear this outfit, otherwise he would not let her go out.

Wan Xiaqing was good-tempered and didn't argue with him. It was better for her to wear more clothes so that her mother wouldn't scold her when she saw her.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, hitting the umbrella with a crackling sound. The edge of the raincoat was also wet, and water flowed down the clothes.

Everyone was driven back home by the sudden rain.

Suddenly, a carriage came in front of them, moving at a fast speed in the rain. Wan Xiaqing lowered her umbrella and walked to the side, fearing that she would be splashed by the water from the wheels.

The carriage was shaking and the curtains were blown up by the wind. The man inside subconsciously looked out the window, but his pupils shrank when he saw Wan Xiaqing's face.

"Stop!" the man said quickly.

The driver yanked the reins and turned around to ask, "Prince Consort, what's wrong?"

This person was none other than Wan Gaofeng. He lifted the curtain and got off the carriage. The servant behind him hurriedly followed with an umbrella, "Prince consort, let's go back quickly. The princess is waiting."

Wan Gaofeng stood still. He looked around the back of the carriage, but there was no one there, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

Yes, it must be his illusion. How could Wan Xiaqing be here? She should be in Xiahe Town, with that vicious woman Wen Yan.