Marrying a concubine and swallowing her dowry? The mistress turns around and marries a high-ranking

Chapter 292

Shen Lingjun worked tirelessly for a full half month before finally producing the final batch of pills.

Shen Jingyang needs to take these medicines for a month, and then we'll see if they're effective.

It was morning, and Shen Lingjun, having put away the medicine, couldn't wait to head to the Shen residence.

As the carriage left the Yongning Marquis's residence and traveled along a small alley leading to the Shen residence, suddenly, a large string of lit firecrackers was thrown over the wall of a neighboring house!

"Crackling and popping!..."

The firecrackers landed on the horses' heads, creating a cacophony of explosions. Startled, the horses let out a long neigh and began to struggle wildly, then charged forward through the alley, instantly overturning the entire carriage!

Caught off guard, Shen Lingjun felt dizzy and disoriented inside the carriage. Her first instinct was to reach for the large porcelain bottle filled with medicine, and she fell out of the carriage along with the bottle.

Before she could even feel relieved that she had protected the medicine, she saw a man and a horse galloping towards her from the alley ahead.

The person on horseback was completely covered from head to toe, and it was impossible to tell who it was, but it was clear that they were extremely skilled. With a flick of their whip, they snatched the porcelain bottle from her hand!

Shen Lingjun was shocked and didn't have time to snatch it back. The man flicked his whip, and the porcelain bottle flew to the railing of the Qiliu River in the distance, smashing into pieces. The broken pieces of porcelain and the pills inside all fell into the river!

Immediately, a figure dressed in dark blue descended from the sky and threw a hidden weapon at the rider who was about to attack Shen Lingjun again!

It struck him squarely in the back, and the rider fell off his horse.

The person who arrived ignored the rider and went to Shen Lingjun first, helping her up: "Madam, are you hurt?"

Shen Lingjun recognized that this was the bodyguard that Mo Zhonggui had sent to her side, and shook her head: "I'm fine."

That entire bottle of medicine fell into the river; the pills dissolved in the water, making it impossible to retrieve them.

The guard knelt down in shame and begged for forgiveness: "It was my slow reaction; I arrived a step too late..."

Shen Lingjun sighed: "Never mind, you've already done your duty by saving me."

As she spoke, she looked at the rider who had fallen to the ground: "Go and see who that person is?"

The guards rushed over and found the rider dead, black blood trickling from his mouth. The hidden weapon that had struck him wasn't fatal; he had clearly committed suicide by poison to avoid being captured alive.

However, even without leaving any survivors, Shen Lingjun could guess who sent these people.

It's most likely Chu Tianming. He's the one who least wants to see Shen Jingyang's legs recover, and he's even willing to send out assassins for this.

Now that the person is dead and there are no witnesses, Shen Lingjun cannot identify Chu Tianming. However, even if she could identify him, she couldn't do anything to Chu Tianming; at most, she could only make him compensate for the losses.

The Chu family can afford to pay this money. But the problem is that those rare medicinal herbs are things that money can't always buy.

Shen Lingjun spent so much time and effort to collect all the materials, and now she wants to gather all the materials again to refine them all over again. Who knows when that will be?

Now that he didn't need to go to the Shen residence, Shen Lingjun returned to the Yongning Marquis's residence in a depressed mood.

Seeing that she had just gone out and then returned, looking rather sullen, Qin Chuyao asked in confusion, "Mother, why did you come back so soon?"

Shen Lingjun sighed and recounted what had happened when she went out.

"...Sigh, all these past two weeks have been for nothing. I have to go find medicinal herbs again, and I don't even know if I can find them all."

Qin Chuyao stared at Shen Lingjun's lifeless expression, remained silent for a long time, and then spoke softly.

“Mother... I had another dream. I dreamt that you refined the medicine and sent it to my uncle, but it didn’t work for him.”

That's not entirely true.