The gambling god's wife in the Duke's Mansion is getting divorced again

Sleep until you wake up naturally.

The warm sunlight was shining through the latticed windows, pouring golden light all over the ground, making it difficult for her to open her eyes.

The wing was eerily quiet.

That's strange, no one called her to get up?

The treatment in the Prince’s Mansion is quite good.

It was not so comfortable for her to work as a handyman in Tianshengtang. She had to get up at the crowing of the rooster, otherwise Madam Cheng would pull her ears.

She yawned, opened her arms, and stretched lazily. The wide cuffs revealed a part of her arm, which was white, smooth, soft and delicate.

This is the skin of a young girl, porcelain white and translucent, delicate and boneless, soft but not charming.

Because of her white skin, her friends smeared her with mud when she was a child and laughed at her, saying that she was a bastard thrown away by a prostitute.

Yes, none of the kids in the neighborhood had such a good appearance as her, and she was picked up by the Sang family from a brothel, so it was hard not to think so.

Hualiu Lane is a well-known place of entertainment in Fengshui Town.

But Sang Wan still doesn't know who abandoned her.

When she was young and suffered injustice, she would go home crying to complain. Sang's mother would always lovingly wipe away her tears and tell her not to think too much.

"Our Ah Wan is the treasure sent by God to the Sang family. They are just jealous of your good looks. If anyone goesssips about you again, I will tear their mouths apart."

Father Sang happily carried her on his shoulders, and he couldn't wait to walk through the streets to let everyone see his porcelain doll.

His parents were harmonious, his brother Sang Daqing was no longer a gambler, and his mean sister-in-law Liu Yumei had not yet entered the house.

That was the happiest time of her life.

Looking back now, it seems like a dream.

Her father died, her mother was paralyzed, her brother lost all the family fortune, and her sister-in-law called her a jinx.

Sang Wan held her chin with her hand and sighed:

My brother and sister-in-law accepted fifty taels from the Hua family. How should they pay it back?

Hua Yuanwai was a powerful man who would get any woman he liked. Now that she had escaped, no one knew what had become of her family.

"woke up?"

Sang Wan shuddered, Pei Jinzhi?!

She turned over and got out of bed, and in her panic she hooked something and fell to the ground with a thud, like a dog chewing mud.

Li Jiu laughed out loud.

"Sir..." Sang Wan blushed and knelt down on the spot. "I was so sound asleep that I didn't know when you came."

Li Jiuqing coughed twice and scolded:

"This is the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion. You must address me as "Shizi Ye". No more me-me-me-me. I've already signed the indenture. Now I'm a maidservant of the Pei Mansion. You must call yourself a slave. Do you understand?"

Sang Wan lowered her head and said nothing. She didn't do it voluntarily.

"Raise your head." Pei Jinzhi's voice was still cold.

Sang Wan slowly raised her head and met his eyes. After seeing clearly, she wished she could die on the spot.

Standing behind Pei Jinzhi were not only Li Jiu, but also eight maids, including Qiuyue from last night and the maid who delivered hot water.

The compartment was packed with people, and I was really embarrassed.

Are these people sick or something?

Come in without even a sound?

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Pei Jinzhi didn't expect that the girl slept so soundly.

He came in and sat down to drink half a cup of tea. Was he doing it on purpose?

"Miss Sang, please sleep well. Don't forget the seven-day agreement. Today is the first day."

Sang Wan nodded softly:

"My Lord... Prince, I dare not forget."

People have to bow their heads under the roof.

Pei Jinzhi looked at her, and seemed to be saying to everyone:

"You will eat and live here for the next seven days. If you need anything, just call Qiuyue. Don't let me down."

Pei Jinzhi emphasized the last sentence.

Of course Sang Wan knew what this meant.

Tsk, threatening her again.

It's just detoxification.

She wanted to solve it, but she really couldn't.

Cheng Buyu only taught her how to use poison, but not how to detoxify.

Although she knew about herbs and prescriptions, she had never studied medicine.

What would the doctor do? She had to pretend to get away with it.

"My Lord, let's begin."

Pei Jinzhi's eyes darkened, "You guys go down."

"Yes." Li Jiu and his maidservants filed out.

Pei Jinzhi stared at Sang Wan closely.

She half bowed her head, without any makeup, and her black silk flowed down like a waterfall;

The white clothes make her look otherworldly and elegant.

The facial features are delicate and small; looking closely in broad daylight, the eyes and eyebrows do not entirely resemble that person.

That person is as gentle as water, while Sang Wan is lively and vivid.

He looked away, feeling somewhat dejected.

Sang Wan, who was standing by, clenched her palms.

What does a doctor do?

Oh, yes, observe, smell, ask and feel; she can.

Everyone who hasn't eaten pork has seen a pig run.

She learned how to diagnose illnesses from Cheng Buyu and followed his example.

"My Lord, I'm sorry."

He placed his hands on both sides of Pei Jinzhi's temporal bones and looked at him carefully.

Wang - he is quite handsome, but unfortunately he is a pervert.

The two of them were very close, and the fragrance on him was faint.

Smell - this smell is nice, should it be styrax?

"My Lord, do you have a headache?"

There was a vein bulging between his eyebrows.

Ask, whether it hurts or not, she has the answer.

If it hurts, it means the toxicity has worsened; if it doesn’t hurt, it means the toxicity is mild.

Pei Jinzhi nodded slightly as a response.

If he guesses right, he will have a real headache.

Now it was Sang Wan's turn to have a headache.

It seems that Pei Jinzhi's poison is very deep, and the difficulty of detoxification has increased.

"My Lord, please extend your hand."

Her cool fingertips rested on his pulse.

Listen - I can't understand the pulse, thump thump, but it's alive anyway.

Some time wasted on observing, smelling, asking and feeling.

Pei Jinzhi cooperated one by one and looked up: "How is it?"

Sang Wan really wanted to tell him that there was no cure and he should just wait to die.

But she didn't dare, because Pei Jin's death would drag her down with it.

"My Lord, the residual poison has been in your body for too long. I'm afraid it's not..."

Before she finished speaking, Pei Jinzhi's face immediately fell.

Sang Wan immediately changed her tone: "It's not difficult, I have a way."

She has a fart.

Pei Jinzhi stretched out his voice, his eyes shining:

"Oh? What's the method?"

Sang Wan bit her lip lightly and asked tentatively: "My Lord, I need to go to Tianshengtang to buy some medicinal herbs."

"We have all kinds of medicinal herbs in the mansion. You can make a list and ask Qiuyue to get them."

Sang Wan's heart was tense, and she swallowed nervously:

"Oh. Yes, silver needles are needed to remove the poison."

"The palace doctor has silver needles. Let Qiuyue get them."

"..."

Sang Wan was about to find another excuse when Li Jiu knocked on the door and came in.

"Master, there's something wrong in the Second Young Master's courtyard and I need you to come over."

Sang Wan caught a glimpse of him trying hard to hold back his laughter.

Shouldn't you be nervous when something happens? Why are you laughing?

Pei Jinzhi closed his eyelids and said:

"You are not allowed to go anywhere. Write the prescription for Qiuyue."

As soon as Sang Wan raised her eyes, Li Jiu suddenly drew his sword and glared at her with wide eyes, scaring her so much that she immediately lowered her head again.

If Pei Jinzhi is a poisonous snake, then Li Jiu is a vicious dog.

This master and servant are so scary.

After the two left, Sang Wan's legs went weak and she fell to the ground.

It didn’t get revealed, right?

She couldn't help but touch her chest with her hand.

Qiuyue came in with a maid.

It was the girl who delivered hot water last night, her name was Chunxiang.

She handed the brush, ink, paper and inkstone to Sang Wan:

"Why are you sitting on the ground, young lady? This is what the prince ordered you to do."

Qiuyue's face was full of smiles, but her eyes were slightly restrained, hiding a bit of disdain. "Call me when you're done."

Last night I thought that Sang Wan was the prince's favorite, but I didn't expect that she was also a girl who sold herself into the palace as a slave. Isn't this the same as her?

In terms of rank, she is still a first-class maid.

How can this lowly girl compare to him?

Sang Wan had no time to care about her. She propped up her chin and said with a sad face: "Thank you for your hard work. Let it go."

Qiuyue's eyes darkened, she groaned, slammed the door open and left.

Sang Wan was confused: "Why is Qiuyue unhappy?"

Chunxiang's face was filled with fear, and she stuttered:

"Lan...Lan Lu hanged herself!"