The group's favorite, the blind princess is both a doctor and a poisoner

As Su Lin and Wen Zhiling stepped into the house, they smelled a strong medicinal fragrance.

Su Yuejian was wearing a veil and half leaning on the bed. When she saw the two of them, she wanted to stand up and greet them.

Su Lin hurried forward to stop him.

"Hurry up and lie down. Look at how pale your face is. Dad has asked Elder Wen to come for you. You are so weak. It's not good for you to be sick all the time."

Wen Zhiling bowed and saluted, "Greetings to Princess Minghua."

"Master Wen, please stand up quickly. Thank you for your help."

Su Yuejian said in a gentle voice.

Wen Zhiling nodded slightly to Su Lin, then took a step forward.

Su Yuejian wore a veil, revealing only her eyebrows and eyes, but her stunning beauty was still hard to conceal.

Wen Zhiling secretly admired in his heart that Princess Minghua really looked like General Lu Jinru in her eyes and eyebrows.

He walked forward to feel the patient's pulse, his brows slightly furrowed.

"The princess's pulse is stringy and astringent, narrow, deep and weak. This is a symptom of blood deficiency and physical weakness."

Su Lin frowned and asked worriedly, "Old Wen, what should we do?"

Wen Zhiling withdrew his hand, "Don't worry, Master Taifu. Fortunately, the princess is still young. With some careful nursing with warming and nourishing methods, she will gradually get better."

Hearing Wen Zhiling's words, Su Lin breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Mr. Wen." Su Yuejian said softly.

"Don't worry, Daddy. Mom also suffered from blood deficiency back then. Maybe we have similar constitutions."

"Alas, that is absolutely not the case."

When Wen Zhiling heard this, he could no longer sit still.

Everyone says that Princess Minghua is extremely talented, but I didn't expect that she knows nothing about medicine and would say such things.

"Madam Su's pulse is weak and thready, a sign of maternal weakness due to blood deficiency and qi stagnation, which is a common sign of maternal weakness during pregnancy. It is completely different from the princess' pulse. The princess's weakness is probably due to premature birth."

Su Yuejian curled the corners of her mouth slightly, "I am ignorant, thank you for your guidance, Mr. Wen."

Su Lin didn't know why Su Yuejian suddenly asked this question, but he didn't think about it anymore.

After thanking Wen Zhiling again and again, and after Wen Zhiling wrote the prescription, Su Lin escorted him to the door and asked Butler Xu to take him back to the palace.

Then he turned around and went back into the house, looking at Su Yuejian lying on the bed, feeling distressed.

Su Yuejian saw his worry and smiled guiltily, "Old Wen has already checked it out. Don't worry, Dad. I'm fine."

Su Lin sat beside Su Yuejian's bed. He looked up and saw the long sword by the window. He was suddenly stunned.

Seeing Su Lin suddenly froze, Su Yue asked in confusion, "Daddy?"

Hearing the sound, Su Lin came back to his senses, pointed at the long sword on the shelf, and said sadly,

"This sword is called Frost. The year your mother reached the age of 15, your grandfather hired the best craftsman to forge it for her. The word 'Jin' on the sword was hand-carved by your grandfather's father, and the tassel was made for her by your grandmother."

"This sword accompanied her in battle for many years. She treasured it dearly and polished it meticulously every day. When she was alive, she would practice swordplay in the courtyard for half a day every day. However, she later became weak and after becoming pregnant, she said she wanted to protect her unborn child, so she never practiced swordplay again."

Su Lin's eyes were red, as if he saw Lu Jinru's heroic appearance again, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Su Yuejian's eyes also turned red, and her voice was slightly choked.

"That fire destroyed many of my mother's belongings. I brought this sword back from my mother's Wisteria Garden when I returned to the Duke of Protectorate's Mansion."

Su Lin's nose felt sore and he nodded.

"The fire that day was just a coincidence, and this sword fell into my study. After the accident, your grandfather came to my house in a rage and insisted on taking your mother's body back, but I refused."

"In the end, it was Yan Zhou who discovered her personal sword and gave it to your grandfather. He was also accompanying them on behalf of your mother."

When talking about the past, Su Lin lowered his head, feeling grief-stricken.

"Daddy."

Su Yuejian held his hand and comforted him softly.

Su Lin calmed down, patted her lightly, then frowned and said,

"It's so hot, you're covered with a thin quilt and wearing a coat, why are your hands still so cold?"

Just now, when Su Lin heard Wen Zhiling say that she was weak due to premature birth, she felt even more guilty.

As if he had thought of something, Su Lin sighed sadly.

"Your mother didn't listen to the doctor's advice and didn't take good care of herself. Since then, her hands and feet have been cold year-round, especially since she became pregnant. Her health has deteriorated significantly. It's already April or May, and she still feels cold. She can't keep the charcoal fire burning in the house."

Hearing this, Su Yuejian frowned slightly in confusion.

Su Lin then warned her, "You, don't take your health lightly just because you're young."

"Yeah." Su Yuejian nodded slightly.

Su Lin sat for a while, and only left after watching her fall asleep with peace of mind.

After Su Lin left, Su Yuejian opened her clear eyes.

He sat up and said to Yinxin, "Put out the incense, and go down and rest."

Yinxin bowed, extinguished the incense in the incense burner with water, and then stepped out.

Su Yuejian had external medicine applied on her body. If Wen Zhiling was close, he would definitely be able to notice it.

Fortunately, she had made some medicinal incense beforehand, and the fragrance from burning it could mix things up a bit.

Her face was heavy and she was lost in thought.

Judging from my previous contact with Wen Zhiling at Ji Medical Hall, he is an upright person, especially in terms of medical skills, and he has no intention of harming others.

According to the results of his pulse diagnosis of Lu Jinru, it was indeed a case of pregnancy deficiency.

But Su Yuejian always felt that something was wrong.

The breeze blows and the candlelight flickers.

Su Yuejian's gaze suddenly fell on the window.

She stood up and picked up the long sword. "A hall full of flowers intoxicates three thousand guests, a single sword chills fourteen continents."

Frost, it’s really a good name.

Su Yuejian gently stroked the sword and wiped it with a handkerchief.

Suddenly remembering what Su Lin had just said, he paused and looked down at the Frost in his hand.

Yinxin and Yuzhu in the yard were wondering what happened to Su Yuejian's injury, but they saw the door suddenly open. Su Yuejian ran to the side room, took something and hurried back to the house.

Looking at the closed door, the two were even more confused, but they didn't dare to ask more questions.

Everyone had left, and Xiao Heng quietly entered Su Yuejian's room.

As soon as I came in, I smelled a strange fragrance in the house.

He saw that Su Yuejian was not in the inner room, but was standing upright beside the desk in the side room with her back to him.

She held the scissors in her hand, her shoulders seemed to be trembling slightly, and she was muttering something with her head down.

He walked quickly towards her, "Zhao Zhao."

Su Yuejian turned around and looked at the person who came. Seeing her tear-stained face, Xiao Heng's expression suddenly turned cold.

"What happened?"

He reached out and tried to pull her into his arms.

"do not come."

Su Yuejian subconsciously stopped him and took a step back.

His brows furrowed even more tightly, and there was confusion in his dark eyes.

Her tears kept falling like beads from a broken string.

"The fragrance of orchids is wafting, and the wild geese are hiding." Su Yuejian murmured sadly, "It turned out to be the wild geese hiding..."

He saw that the candlelight behind her seemed to have just burned something, and there was a red sword on the desk next to her.

Falling Goose Hiding?

What do you mean?

Xiao Heng frowned in confusion and took a step closer to her, "Zhao Zhao?"