Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

“Our family has a distinguished military record, so we don’t need to go out of our way to present the Empress Dowager with such exquisite embroidery.”

Mu Qingyou paused for a moment, then asked Xiushui to bring over the embroidery.

“Wash this clean and burn it for Mother on the anniversary of her death. It will be a way for you, my sister, to show your filial piety.”

"..."

Hearing Mu Qingyou's words, Mu Qingwan felt like she was going to vomit blood.

"Yes!"

But there's no way to say it.

I had no choice but to bow my head and agree.

She first said that her family didn't need to send any gifts to the Empress Dowager, and then said that she would burn this for her mother.

Now... the Mu family is like oil on a raging fire.

"After calculating, there are only a few days left until Mother's passing. Judging from the calligraphy my sister embroidered, it must be very good. Why don't you copy some scriptures for Mother? Then you can put them on the altar together with the scriptures."

Mu Qingwan was still brainstorming when she heard what Mu Qingyou said.

She was already in despair inside.

Copying scriptures was the most boring thing ever.

However, she couldn't refuse to do it, since she was willing to embroider such a difficult double-sided embroidery for the Empress Dowager, whom she had never met.

At this time, what's wrong with copying some scriptures for your own mother?

Even if you don't want to, you have to pretend to be happy.

"I've been thinking about doing that myself for the next few days."

Mu Qingwan smiled slightly, and her gaze returned to Fan Hua.

"Fan Hua, go down and receive twenty lashes!"

Mu Qingyou glanced at Fan Hua and told her to go down and receive her punishment. The people around her were very loyal.

But this inability to distinguish between good and bad is also a major headache for her.

Mu Qingwan was clearly dissatisfied with this. Her eyes flickered slightly, but she still didn't say anything.

After the flowers faded, Mu Qingwan also went down to copy the scriptures.

The room returned to a quiet state.

Mu Qingyou sat for a while longer, then heard someone below say, "Dongfang Jibai has arrived."

As Dongfang Jibai entered, all the maids in the room lost their composure.

Mu Qingyou shook her head and waited until Dongfang Jibai had changed the medicine.

She felt that in a couple of days, her arm would be completely healed.

"I wonder if Mr. Dongfang has any medicine for external injuries?"

Mu Qingyou asked.

Fan Hua was beaten with twenty strokes of the military rod; her skin must have been torn and bleeding.

Yes, I do! If you want it, I'll still give it to you.

As Dongfang Jibai spoke, he took a porcelain bottle from his medicine box and placed it on the table.

When I first came in, I heard that she had dragged her personal guard away and beaten him.

This medicine must have been obtained for that personal bodyguard.

"Thank you, Mr. Dongfang."

As Mu Qingyou spoke, she slowly picked up her teacup.

However, even though she had almost finished her glass of water, Dongfang Jibai was still sitting there smiling, with a radiant expression on his face.

Mu Qingyou was speechless. Wasn't this supposed to be serving tea and seeing the guest off?

This guy, Dongfang Jibai, how can he be so shameless?

"I find the general to be a very interesting person."

As dawn broke, Dongfang Jibai suddenly said something with a grin.

Mu Qingyou paused for a moment. What did "interesting" mean?

"I wonder if the border town still needs military doctors?"

Dongfang Jibai looked at her, his phoenix eyes slightly upturned, revealing an indescribable tenderness and affection.

"You're a renowned healer, accustomed to a life of luxury, would you really go to such a place of weeping and wailing?"

Mu Qingyou looked puzzled.

"I also long to travel all over the world, but this border town is a place I have never been before, a place my heart longs for."