Transmigrated into a Prosperous Farm Wife, Pampered, Beautiful, Strong, and Tragic Prime Minister

People need food to survive; you'll get hungry if you skip a meal, especially someone like Director Zhang who's always eating spoiled food.

He was so hungry that he actually started to envy a stray cat.

Thinking back to when I was imprisoned by the Guo family, I only had some medicine with me, otherwise I would have died of diarrhea long ago, how could I have survived until now.

"You're right, how come I didn't think of that before?" Dean Bai said thoughtfully.

"By the way, try to rent me a courtyard in the alley on the east side. I need to stay there for a while."

Dean Zhang suddenly remembered this matter.

He wanted to find an opportunity to ask the Empress why she was there and what had happened, since she seemed not to recognize him at all.

Could it be that Her Majesty took some kind of secret medicine and has lost her memory as well?

"Not leaving?" Dean Bai asked in surprise.

When he sent the letter earlier, he asked Chief Zhang to stay at Mishan for a while longer, but unfortunately, he was flatly rejected in the letter.

Why did you suddenly change your mind?

"I left Beijing under the pretext of returning to my hometown to pay respects to my ancestors, so there's no need to go back so soon." Director Zhang clutched his stomach as he left; he needed to eat quickly.

He wouldn't tell anyone about the Empress's affairs until he had confirmed them and obtained her permission.

"Hey you..."

Dean Bai was stunned for a moment when he saw the person run away.

"Dean."

Dean Bai, who had just lifted his leg to leave, was almost startled. He turned around and saw that it was Jiang Changtian, and immediately showed a refined smile.

"When did you come here?"

Jiang Changtian looked completely normal. "When I first arrived, I saw the dean talking to Dr. Zhang, so I stood at a distance and didn't come over."

Since Dean Zhang and Dean Bai are so close, could he develop these people into his network so that he wouldn't be isolated and helpless when he returns to Beijing in the future?

This is what he was thinking while he was standing there.

Jiang Changtian took out some silver. "Thank you, Dean, for saving my godfather. My family is poor and I don't have anything valuable to offer. This is silver from my wife. Thank you, Dean!"

Dean Bai looked at Jiang Changtian with great satisfaction, "There's no need for money. As far as I know, your family isn't wealthy either. Study hard, and remember to stay true to your original aspirations when you become an official in the future."

"If you really want to thank me, I remember your wife is a very good cook, so just send me some food."

Scholars often have a certain degree of pride, and Dean Bai added this sentence for fear of hurting the child's self-esteem.

However, he was not lying. He remembered that casual restaurant after eating there once, but he was afraid of being scolded by Old Xu, so he didn't dare to go back. He was originally thinking of going back when he had time, but the restaurant was smashed.

As for the promise that he would take Jiang Changtian as his disciple if he won first place, Dean Bai pretended that he had never mentioned it.

What a joke! Jiang Changtian has already recognized that person as his godfather, how could he dare to take on any disciples?

Dean Bai felt it was a great pity that such a promising talent wasn't his own apprentice.

Hey.

"Yes, thank you, Dean. My godfather and I will head back now." Jiang Changtian thanked him repeatedly.

To avoid embarrassment, Dean Bai walked away even faster than Jiang Changtian.

Jiang Changtian took a few steps and saw a cat with a scar on its face pinning a sparrow to the tree and wolfing it down.

"Are you hungry?"

The scarred cat on the low tree looked at Jiang Changtian in terror. "Human, are you talking to me, Your Majesty?"

It was about to leap up immediately, but seeing that Jiang Changtian was not too close and there was no sign of danger, it did not run away.

“Yes, I’m talking to you. You should know a cat that’s all black. I’m its owner.” Jiang Changtian picked up the coal ball.

Coalball said that all the cats were his subordinates and that he could order them around.

Coal Ball didn't come with us this time because he needed to gather information. So when he saw the cat's fierce appearance, he figured it must be one of the locals and stopped in his tracks.

"Are you the human with the broken leg that the king mentioned?" Scarface did recognize Coal Ball.

They had all heard about the King's descent from the mountain, and they were all proud to serve him.

The king had mentioned to them that there was a human who could understand cat language, and that if they were in trouble, they could ask that human with the broken leg for help.

That human was also one of his underlings.

So what the heck is this "male master"? This human actually wants to be the king's master?

Scarface licked his paw, hesitating whether to give the man a swipe and teach him a lesson on behalf of the king.

Jiang Changtian didn't like hearing the words "broken leg," and frowned, saying, "Go find me a man named Scarface, and I'll treat you to meat for a month."

Upon hearing this, the scarred cat lowered its paw and narrowed its eyes. It didn't quite understand what "scar" meant, but it understood the promise of a month's worth of meat.

The temptation is just too great.

"I have plenty of underlings. Are you sure it'll only last a month?"

Jiang Changtian nodded. "Confirmed."

After saying that, he took out a small wooden plaque, no bigger than a finger, and let the cat smell it. He had found it in a crack at the entrance of the restaurant, and the words "scar" were engraved on it.

"make a deal."

Scarface the cat meowed, picked up the dead bird, and jumped over the wall and left.

Jiang Changtian glanced at the clouds in the sky, leaned on his cane, and walked out of the academy, his heart filled with mixed feelings and unease.

What should he say when he gets home so that Yunyun won't kick him out?

……

……

The Meng residence, backyard.

The maid Xiaohe sneaked into the room when no one was looking, carrying a bowl of medicine in her hand.

"Xiaohe, are you sure no one saw us?"

As soon as she entered the room, Meng Yingying quickly closed the door, looking very nervous.

Xiaohe placed the medicine bowl on the table, extremely nervous.

“Miss, I deliberately avoided people when I came here. No one saw me. But when I was in the kitchen, Chef Zhang asked me what medicine I was brewing. I said it was medicine for menstrual cramps.”

"Good thing you got your period, otherwise..."

Meng Yingying clutched her stomach, growing more and more frightened. Her period was late this month, and she was also feeling nauseous all the time.

The symptoms resemble those of a pregnant woman.

Meng Yingying knew all this because Madam Meng had taught her.

Madam Meng wanted Meng Yingying to marry into a higher social class. If she were naive and clueless, she would likely be bullied to the bone. Therefore, Madam Meng had instructed her on these matters beforehand.

Meng Yingying picked up the medicine bowl, smelled the sweet and bitter aroma, and suddenly gagged twice.

"Does this medicine... have any side effects?"

Xiaohe lowered her voice and said, "I secretly asked around and some people had no reaction after drinking it, just like menstruation. Others suffered from severe abdominal pain and bleeding and died as a result, but these are the minority."

Upon hearing this, Meng Yingying's face turned pale instantly. "No, I won't drink it anymore! I don't want to die!"

After saying that, he picked up the bowl of medicine and poured it into the potted plant in the room.

"Miss, this is something I secretly prepared for a long time. You've already spilled it. What are you going to do about your stomach?" Xiaohe stamped her feet anxiously.

She went to great lengths to get this bowl of medicine so that no one would find out, and then it was all wasted.

"I..." Meng Yingying was about to speak.

Madam Meng came in. "Yingying, why does your room smell so strongly of medicine?"

Meng Yingying's face turned deathly pale instantly.