Reborn, I was pursued by the Prince of the Broken Sleeves

That night, the Su Mansion was in chaos.

Su Tinggui's ear was bitten. As soon as he returned home, the court doctor came to see him and helped to treat the wound.

When Old Lady Qian saw her son in this state, she felt distressed and anxious. After hearing Aunt Liu's narration about the absurd things that happened on the street, she became so angry that she fainted.

Everyone was completely panicked and carried Old Madam Qian onto the bed.

Su Tinggui's wound had not yet been bandaged, and he ordered the court doctor to take his mother's pulse and treat her first.

Recently, Old Madam Qian fainted frequently, her liver fire rose, and her old illness worsened. After taking several prescriptions, she finally woke up near dawn.

Her eyes were sore and she hadn't opened them yet when she heard the palace doctor say with regret: "Master, Madam Qian's organs are declining and her condition is prolonged. Without the nourishing pills, she may not live more than a year."

Su Tinggui staggered and felt like the sky was falling.

Aunt Liu cried out, "The only nourishing pill was sold for fifty thousand taels."

"The Su family is out of money."

"All the money in the Su Mansion was taken away by that bitch."

Old Madam Qian couldn't catch her breath, gasped for breath for a while, and then fainted again.

The family of three stayed by the bedside, feeling heavy-hearted and unable to sleep all night.

When it was almost dawn, Su Tinggui dragged his heavy body and walked out with the help of a cane.

"Master, where are you going?" Aunt Liu had never seen the master look like this before, and asked anxiously.

"Go get some silver and save my mother."

That night, the Yanhou Mansion was in chaos.

Yan Baize was sent back to the Marquis' Mansion, and the Marquis was so anxious that his eyes were bloodshot.

When he heard that he had fallen ill in the street and had done those outrageous things, he immediately scolded Butler Cui and beat him with a stick.

On the other hand, the imperial physician from the Imperial Medical Bureau was invited to diagnose Yan Baize's pulse.

During the flower viewing banquet, Yan Baize fell ill quickly and went away quickly.

At first, everyone thought that it was because of the love affair that he lost his mind and caused such a ridiculous thing to happen.

Now, he has no emotional attachments, so why is he still confused and crazy?

"Could it be that there's something wrong with the nourishing pill?"

Steward Cui, lying on the ground with blood at the corner of his mouth, reminded him, "The prince took the nourishing pill immediately after bidding for it. He went berserk as soon as he left the auction house. Calculating the time, the drug took effect just in time."

"Come here," Lord Yan said with a scowl, "Go, capture the owner of the auction house. What kind of elixir did it take to harm my son? I will hand him over to the authorities and make him return my son's life."

A quarter of an hour later, Xie Yousheng arrived at Marquis Yan's Mansion under the escort of the mansion's guards.

His face was calm, and he handed over a piece of paper in a neither arrogant nor humble manner, "My Lord, please take a look."

"Before the auction, the Nourishing Pill had its authenticity verified by numerous medical experts. If there really is something wrong with the Nourishing Pill, Bi Cang Auction House is willing to bear the penalty."

Lord Yan took it and looked at it. It was the joint signature of all the appraisers.

"Lord Yan, all the pills sold in our auction house are guaranteed to be of guaranteed quality and quantity. There will definitely be no problems."

"The nourishing pill only nourishes the body, not the soul."

Xie Yousheng bowed and said, "Since Prince Yan has such symptoms, we should ask the imperial physician to take his pulse again and find other possible causes."

He came forward patiently to explain, and after a few words, he bowed and was about to leave.

The servants of the Marquis's Mansion surrounded him and wouldn't let him leave.

Xie Yousheng's face darkened. "Lord Yan, I don't steal, rob, or cheat. If the elixir your son took is truly problematic, please have the authorities arrest the perpetrators. I'll be waiting for you at the auction house."

After saying this, his sharp eyes swept across everyone and fell on Lord Yan's face.

Their eyes met, sparks flew, and the atmosphere was oppressive.

How dare any small merchant to challenge the Marquis's Mansion?

Yan Hou's first thought was to stab this guy to death with a sword.

On second thought, how could a businessman with no background make an auction so prosperous in a place like the capital?

He suppressed his anger and scolded, "Wait until Master Wu comes and confirms that there is no problem with your pill before you leave."

"Come here, take this marquis's badge and ask Lord Wu to come to the mansion immediately."

The Lord Wu he mentioned was Wu Xiaowen's biological father, Wu Yanfeng.

At the Wu Mansion, Wu Yanfeng saw the badge of Marquis Yan and did not delay. He packed up his medicine box and hurriedly got on the carriage of the Marquis Mansion.

Lord Yan personally greeted him at the gate. Seeing him coming, he happily led him into the house.

Along the way, he recounted the situation when Yan Baize fell ill.

After entering the room, Wu Yanfeng walked straight to the bed and his eyes fell on the patient.

Yan Baize was sleeping with his eyes closed. Upon closer inspection, his face and lips were rosy, with no signs of poisoning.

However, he slept very uneasily, with a frown on his face and a few unclear words coming out of his mouth from time to time.

I listened closer, "My dear, you are so beautiful!"

"Little lady, come and let this prince kiss your lips."

"That soft flesh on the chest is such a big lump!"

Wu Yanfeng's forehead was covered with black lines. Yan Hou, who was standing beside him, was extremely embarrassed and said defensively, "He is seriously ill. His brain is damaged."

Wu Yanfeng sat down, stretched out his hand to feel the pulse, and after a moment, he said: "The pulse is strong. Apart from kidney yang deficiency, there is no serious illness."

"But he just..."

"Have you taken any medicine?"

"I took a nourishing pill."

Wu Yanfeng's brows relaxed when he heard this, "The effect of this nourishing pill is surprisingly so good."

Lord Yan looked at Xie Yousheng standing beside him and frowned, "Why?"

"A few days ago, when I took the prince's pulse, he was seriously depleted and his pulse was weak. After this nourishing pill entered his body, within an hour, his pulse actually became strong again."

"For an ordinary nourishing pill to have such an effect, it would take at least half a month."

Wu Yanfeng was a person who loved medicine, so he couldn't help but ask, "Who made this medicine? Is it still for sale?"

If he had such a nourishing pill, he would study it carefully.

For later patients, the treatment time can be shortened.

"It was sold at the Bi Cang Auction House, it's..." Yan Hou continued talking, but his mind raced and he realized something was wrong.

The issue now was not about researching elixirs, but about the cause of his son's illness and how to cure it.

"Wu Yanfeng, is there any cure for my son's illness?"

Yan Baize is his only son and bears the heavy responsibility of continuing his family line. How could anything go wrong for him?

"This..." Wu Yanfeng glanced at the people around him, hesitant and didn't speak.

"Butler Cui, please take Master Jie out." He didn't even look at the person beside him, but waved his hand impatiently.

When his son got into trouble, he suspected that there was something wrong with the nourishing pill. He kidnapped and detained the man without any reason. This would rule out the possibility of the nourishing pill being the problem. He showed no apology and dismissed the man with just one sentence.

Xie Yousheng looked calm. He bowed to the two of them and turned to leave.

After sending everyone in the room away, Wu Yanfeng finally spoke: "If the prince has no physical problems, we can consider for the time being that he has been stimulated by something, causing his mind to become disturbed. Also, if there are ancestors who have suffered from this disease, can it be passed down to their children?"

Yan Hou was so anxious that he was spinning around in circles, thinking again and again, "My ancestors didn't have this symptom. What...what should I do? Can it be cured?"

Wu Yanfeng thought for a moment and said, "Male-female relations are most likely to aggravate the symptoms of a person with lost souls. If the prince can be pure and abstain from desire, perhaps he can recover."

Upon hearing this, Lord Yan slumped down on the Eight Immortals Chair and said, "My son has no wife and no children, how can he..."

Seeing this, Wu Yanfeng didn't say much. He packed up his medicine box and left.

Yan Hou was depressed for a while, then suddenly realized, "My son's two illnesses were both related to the eldest daughter of the Su family. Could it be that he was provoked by her..."