The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

He was playing a trick here, he was not talking about them, but the Dai family.

Duan Jing'an understood immediately and continued, "If my wife is safe, I and the Marquis' Mansion will certainly remember the Dai family's kindness."

Dai Wenchao and others were a little excited, and the three of them looked at Dai Qianyi.

Dai Qianyi looked up, ignoring the burning gazes of the past few days, and spoke calmly.

"I'm still studying the acupuncture techniques, but it's not difficult. It just takes a little time."

It's like the installation tutorial is right in front of you, but it takes a little time to understand and put it together.

"How long will it take? Do these people know how to use this acupuncture technique?"

Duan Jing'an looked anxious, with a questioning tone in his voice.

Dai Wen felt a little embarrassed towards the others. It was difficult for him to respond to this.

"Your Excellency may not know that the family rules have long prohibited the Dai family from learning the Thousand Gold Needle Technique, so no one in the Dai family knows this acupuncture technique now."

"Oh?"

Duan Jing'an raised his eyebrows, and when he saw that those people became a little listless, he stopped talking.

Playing with the ends of his wife's hair, Duan Jing'an lowered his eyes with an ambiguous look.

To others, this was the disappointment of hearing the news. I couldn't help but think that it was no wonder that those people outside envied the Fourth Madam. The Minister was really in love with her.

Duan Jing'an looked at the three people again, then turned to look at Dai Qianyi.

If the child can be born safely, he will naturally remember this kindness.

But if you use this to criticize Joe, don't blame him for digging up old grudges and trying to shake things up.

Dai Wenchao and others naturally did not dare to have such thoughts, and naturally did not know that the Minister in front of them, who looked gentle and amiable, was actually a completely different person behind the scenes.

"how much longer?"

Dai Qianyi calculated, "Three to five days."

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"The prisoner will arrive in three to five days. Our Ministry of Justice will be very busy. Everyone, please be vigilant. This is an important figure from the enemy country. We cannot afford any mistakes."

Ding Haimo sat in the position of Shangshu and arranged the subsequent matters.

Duan Jing'an will set out tomorrow, accompanied by the guards, two officials from the Ministry of Justice and other laborers to meet them.

After the meeting, Ding Haimo and Duan Jing'an walked back together.

"I heard that the doctor from Dai's family is staying at the Marquis' Mansion. How is Shu'er doing?"

If the matter was not of great importance, Ding Haimo would not have sent his son-in-law out during this period.

The main reason was that he couldn't trust other people, especially the Left Minister, who had always been at odds with him.

Ever since he succeeded to the position of Shangshu, he has always been against him in everything.

It's just that Ding Haimo has a good temper. If he were replaced by another minister, he would have been forced to step down long ago.

"It's better than before. I want to ask my father-in-law for something."

Duan Jing'an bowed, and Ding Haimo raised his hand. "Just say it straight, Shen Yuan, there's no need to be so formal."

"I'm ashamed to say that Shu'er's pregnancy was dangerous, and as a husband I should always be caring and understanding. But I hold an important position and can't stay at home all the time, so I can't help but worry."

Duan Jing'an bowed again, "Shu'er feels at ease with her mother and sister-in-law by her side, but if her own mother were by her side, she would surely feel even more at ease. Doctor Dai said that a cheerful mood is beneficial to pregnancy. Therefore, I would like to come and invite my mother-in-law to come and keep her company."

People coming and going here are all officials from the six ministries.

When the two of them were talking just now, there were people paying attention all around, especially the censors who were quietly patrolling in the corners, ready to take notes in their little notebooks so that they could speak ill of them in front of the emperor the next day.

Ding Haimo felt the gazes from all sides and looked a little embarrassed.

"This...I'm afraid it's against etiquette."

When Duan Jing'an heard this, his face suddenly became bitter and he looked extremely sad.

"Oh, man, when did you become so pedantic?"

A man came up from the side. It was the Minister of Revenue Jin Shourong who had just returned from the palace. He walked slowly towards them with his round body, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

The sun was very strong today, and he was exhausted walking back from the palace.

Usually, the ministers would ride in sedan chairs, but a few days ago, his wife asked a female doctor to take her pulse, so he took the opportunity to take a look.

He has gained a lot of weight in recent years, and taking a step outside is a torture, so he usually rides in a sedan chair.

What the female doctor said sounded very serious, and it frightened his already pale face and made it even paler.

Now, his wife has taken charge and removed his sedan chair, forcing him to walk to court every day.

But to be honest, after walking for a month, not only did he feel a lot lighter, but his body, which always felt tired before, seemed to be more energetic.

Jin Shourong wiped the sweat from his neck and walked up to the two of them, panting.

"Master Jin, you look tired. There's a stone bench here. Come sit down and take a rest."

"Greetings, Master Jin."

The two men saw that Jin Shourong was tired and sweating all over. There happened to be a stone table next to them, so they just sat down and chatted for a while.

Jin Shourong was coming towards the stone bench next to the two of them, and moved over when he heard this.

"Sit down, everyone sit down."

Jin Shourong was smiling. He looked plump and his smile looked like Maitreya Buddha.

Duan Jing'an saw that the handkerchief in his hand was wet, so he took out a clean cotton handkerchief from his arms and handed it to him.

"This is new, please don't dislike it, Master Jin."

Jin Shourong was feeling worried, but when he saw the handkerchief in Duan Jing'an's hand, his eyes brightened up a little.

"Oh, thank you so much, Master Duan is so thoughtful."

Jin Shourong happily took it and began to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Cotton handkerchiefs absorb water much better than silk handkerchiefs. Jin Shourong felt much fresher and thought about replacing all his handkerchiefs with this kind of cotton handkerchief when he got home.

"I say, Minister Ding, you didn't see it before, why have you become so pedantic now?"

Jin Shourong joked, "It's just that the son-in-law wants to take his mother-in-law to live with him. Such a filial son-in-law is hard to find even with a lantern. Why are you still talking about etiquette? Oh, you, you, you, you don't even know what to say."

Jin Shourong has been the Shangshu for decades, while Ding Haimo has only been there for a few years. Although they are of the same rank, their qualifications are incomparable.

"I am narrow-minded."

Ding Haimo's face was filled with shame. "Master Jin, you know, in the past..."

Speaking of this, he seemed a little embarrassed to speak.

"Well, it's nothing, I'm just afraid that if this gets out, it'll cause everyone to criticize me. I don't want to make a fuss about my family affairs."

When Duan Jing'an heard this, his expression became even more dejected, and he put on a good show.

Jin Shourong knew very well that the father-in-law and son-in-law were just putting on an act.

It's just their bad luck that they have to put on a show for others when they visit someone.

Jin Shourong expressed his sympathy, but when he thought of himself, he felt the same way.

He just happened to meet her, otherwise, even if it wasn't him, the play would still go on.

Never mind, it’s just a favor.