Lady Hou is reborn and, by pampering her illegitimate son, reclaims her life of wealth and privilege

Princess Feixue thought to herself that this was the perfect opportunity to have her master, Jingfan, treat Wei Fengyun's headache, but she didn't know how to bring it up. After hesitating for a moment, she turned to look at Jiang Huaiyu, and deduced in her heart that this beautiful woman must be Wei Fengyun's mother.

Princess Feixue gently gathered her sleeves, bowed gracefully to Jiang Huaiyu, and asked softly, "Madam, may I ask if the young master suffered any brain trauma in his childhood?"

Jiang Huaiyu was stunned for a moment by Princess Feixue's unexpected question, but then he remembered that this woman was the prized disciple of the renowned physician Jingfan, so he replied in a gentle manner: "Indeed, that is why my child has been different from his peers since childhood."

Princess Feixue smiled gently. "Madam Jiang, please don't take offense. There are many skilled physicians in the world, but only my master dares to claim to be second to none. Why not ask my master to examine you?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Huaiyu's heart was filled with turmoil. Over the years, she had never imagined that anyone could cure Wei Fengyun's illness. She had long accepted this reality and looked at Jing Fan with a somewhat incredulous gaze, "Divine Doctor, can you really restore my child's normal mind?"

Jingfan felt somewhat helpless about his disciple taking on this task so readily, but faced with Jiang Huaiyu's expectant gaze, he could only sigh, "Alas, this old man can only promise to do his best."

Jiang Huaiyu was overwhelmed with gratitude, tears streaming down her face. She even knelt down before Jing Fan without thinking, saying, "Divine Doctor, if you can restore my child to health, I am willing to offer any amount of gold and silver."

Jingfan's heart stirred slightly. He did indeed have an irresistible fondness for wealth, but the Jishetang's mission since ancient times has been to save lives and help the needy without expecting anything in return.

He quickly helped Jiang Huaiyu up. "Madam Jiang, you are too kind. I will do my best to accept your sincere offer. Now, let me give the young master a thorough examination."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Huaiyu felt a spark of hope ignite in her heart and immediately turned to give Steward Zheng a subtle hint.

Butler Zheng immediately understood and quietly left the room.

Seeing this, Yao Dingtian quietly followed them out. "Steward Zheng, please wait."

Steward Zheng stopped and turned to face Yao Dingtian. "Lord Yao, what are your orders?"

Yao Dingtian chuckled, "How dare I accept the title of Lord Yao? If I'm not mistaken, you must be Zheng Junpeng, the Black Knife who was famous on the battlefield back then."

Upon hearing this, a faint sadness flashed in Butler Zheng's eyes; this name had not been mentioned by anyone for many years.

He clasped his hands in a salute and said, "I am not Zheng Junpeng, but just an ordinary steward of the Marquis of Jiaxing's residence."

After saying that, he turned and left again.

As Yao Dingtian watched Steward Zheng's retreating figure, he was now certain that he was Zheng Junpeng. He wondered to himself why this once prominent figure would be willing to serve as a steward in the Jiaxing Marquis's mansion for ten years.

He shook his head slightly, no longer delving into things he couldn't understand, and turned back into his room.

At this time, Jingfan had completed a detailed examination of Wei Fengyun. "The young master was unfortunately poisoned with a strange poison called Hundred Refinements Heart-Eating Poison while he was still in his mother's womb. The characteristic of this poison is that it enters the human body, affects the brain, makes people dull, and keeps them forever as innocent and mentally immature as children."

Although this poison is not fatal, its damage to the mind is profound and severe. It is extremely rare, seldom found in the world, and even fewer people know how to use it. Unexpectedly, it has appeared on the prince.

This fact raises many suspicions, and the person behind the poisoning must have had ulterior motives.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Huaiyu was shocked. She had been harmed during her pregnancy. Who was it that was plotting to frame her?

Her first thought was of Wei Ruoyi, whether she intended to make her son dull-witted so that he could succeed Feng Yun as the marquis after Wei Fenghui came of age.

However, Wei Ruoyi was just a clumsy maid, penniless and helpless. How could she have obtained such precious poison? Could someone be secretly helping her?

Jiang Huaiyu's thoughts were racing, but he was still unable to pinpoint the real mastermind behind it all.

"Divine doctor, is there any way to cure my son's poison?"

Jiang Huaiyu looked at Jingfan with hope.

Jing Fan looked troubled. "Although I have a way to cure poison, but..."

Upon hearing that there was hope of curing the poison, Jiang Huaiyu was instantly filled with joy, but upon hearing the word "but," he immediately regained his composure. "However, the young master has been suffering from this poison for several years, and the toxins have long since seeped into the depths of his brain. Even if the poison can be cured, I'm afraid he will still occasionally fall into his current state of dullness."

Jiang Huaiyu sighed softly, a smile on her face, "It's alright. Even if I'm foolish sometimes, it's much better than being like this forever."

Hearing Jiang Huaiyu's reply, Jingfan felt relieved. "Then I will do my best to detoxify the prince. This poison has affected the brain, and Mengqin's blood is powerless to save it. I need to use my golden needle technique to draw out the toxins from the prince's brain one by one."

Jiang Huaiyu nodded in agreement, "We'll do as you say."

"Prepare a quiet and undisturbed room for me, Feixue, you will assist me."

"As you command, Master."

Yao Dingtian offered up his secluded training chamber in the Fujian Division for Jingfan to use in detoxifying Wei Fengyun.

In the secret chamber, Wei Fengyun sat cross-legged. Jing Fan carefully inserted six golden needles into the top of Wei Fengyun's head one by one. Then, he gathered his inner strength in his hands, and the golden needles slowly rotated. A black toxin gradually clung to the golden needles and completely devoured them.

Princess Feixue, wearing gloves, carefully removed the gold needles one by one and placed them into the prepared basin of water.

Jingfan inserted the six golden needles again, repeating the previous action. The golden needles turned black again, and Princess Feixue took them out once more.

This process was repeated until the sixth time the golden needle was rotated, but no more black toxins were drawn out. Only then did Jingfan slowly withdraw his internal energy.

At this point, all thirty-six gold needles had been used up, finally completely expelling the toxins from Wei Fengyun's body.

Outside the tightly closed door of the secret room, Jiang Huaiyu paced anxiously back and forth, his eyes filled with endless anticipation. Suddenly, the door hinges creaked open, and Physician Jingfan appeared in the doorway, fine beads of sweat on his forehead, which he gently wiped away.

Jingfan's breathing was slightly rapid, yet it carried an undisguised joy. He whispered, "I have lived up to your expectations." These four words seemed to weigh a thousand pieces of gold.

Jiang Huaiyu's heart pounded. He never imagined that the problem that had plagued him through both his past and present lives would be resolved so unexpectedly around this corner. All the changes felt as real as a dream, and his son would henceforth embark on a smooth path in life.

A surge of emotions welled up in Jiang Huaiyu's heart. He knelt down and kowtowed deeply to Jingfan. Tears blurred his vision, but his voice was full of sincerity: "Thank you, divine doctor. I, Jiang Huaiyu, will never forget your great kindness."

At this moment, Steward Zheng, who had gone to the house to collect the money, also hurriedly returned. Jiang Huaiyu handed a heavy 10,000 tael silver note to Jingfan, his tone gentle yet firm: "Divine Doctor, from now on, you will be a friend of the Jiaxing Marquis's Mansion forever. If you have any needs, just ask, and as long as it is within my power, I, Jiang Huaiyu, will do my best."