The First National Preceptor of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 297

"Who the hell ate the flower cake that my daughter made herself? She carefully picked the ingredients and spent a whole day and night making it. My daughter is already in poor health, and the doctor said she wouldn't live past her coming-of-age ceremony!"

His father and I took meticulous care of him for ten years before he was able to get out of bed and walk freely. He took some medicine a few days ago and is feeling a bit better now!

I just wanted to cheer her up, so I let her make those delicate pastries, but you ate them as soon as they were made.

As if she had eyes in the back of her head, the old lady pointed directly at Wang Chuanyu, who looked quite embarrassed.

He had just picked up the pastry and eaten it casually, not intentionally. Just as he was about to explain, he saw Jing Sheng open her eyes.

"Mother, let's go."

Aunt Wang didn't care about Wang Chuanyu. She helped her daughter take a few steps forward, but before they reached the door, Jing Sheng's legs suddenly gave way and she fainted.

A look of shock flashed in Wang Chuanyu's eyes. He exchanged a glance with the school doctor, and then they both saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

The school doctor picked up Jing Sheng and carried her to their dormitory at Bailu Academy.

One day, Wang Chuanyu arrived, and the school doctor asked, "How is Jing Sheng's condition?"

Unexpectedly, Doctor Wang sighed and said, "Young master, you don't know, but Miss Jing Sheng's health is shockingly weak. Not to mention she won't live past fifteen, she could die at any moment. If you talk to her for even a moment longer, her blood and qi will be insufficient, and she will vomit blood."

It's best not to frighten or worry her, not even if she's too happy, otherwise she might vomit blood.

Wang Chuanyu had never seen such a frail woman before, and then said with some concern, "Everyone has emotions and desires. How will Miss Jingsheng live in this state?"

The school doctor nodded and said, "There is a way. Let her live a peaceful, joyful, and carefree life, and rest quietly throughout her life so that she can live to be a hundred years old."

The doctor sighed as he spoke.

Wang Chuanyu felt uneasy whenever he returned home, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong. Even the servants who served him could tell that their young master had been absent-minded these past few days.

On their day off, the students finally got a temporary break.

The steward of Chen County shouted, "Young Master is missing! Go find him! What are you all looking at me for? If Young Master is missing, how many heads do you have? You'll all be put to death by the clan leader when you return to Langya. Stop standing there, hurry up and go find him!"

The group panicked and immediately began searching the Hongwen Academy. About an hour later, someone reported back, "Steward Chen has been found. The young master is in the kitchen of the Beishan Hongwen Academy."

Chen Fu, the steward of the Langya Wang family, was speechless. Why had his young master run into the kitchen? He immediately stood outside the kitchen and waited.

“Young master, a gentleman keeps away from the kitchen. If you want to eat something, just ask us servants to make it. Your status is so noble, if the madam finds out about this, we'll be in deep trouble.”

However, we servants here will naturally not say anything, young master, you should wash up and leave first.”

Wang Chuanyu nodded slightly and left the kitchen.

The butler walked over and saw several petal-shaped pastries on the cutting board. After thinking for a moment, he said to the cook, "These are milk cakes that our young master made. After steaming them, they were packed in a box and sent to the young master's bedroom."