After the arranged marriage, she farms and survives under the tutelage of the villainous boss.

"If you want anything in the future, I'll have Old Xu, the oxcart driver from your village, bring it to you. That will be more convenient."

"Okay!" Yunniang nodded, taking on another business deal.

Looking at Su Shaoye, he said, "Dr. Su's medical skills are superb, while my abilities are limited. However, I am thinking of taking good care of my family if something happens to them. There are many kinds of herbs, but I only know a few. I may learn some prescriptions for treating external injuries or simple illnesses from Dr. Su."

"If the situation becomes urgent like it is today, I will be able to treat my husband first."

Su Shaoye nodded. Others might say such things because they wanted to secretly learn medical skills. But Jiang Zhiyun's family was different.

Their family... it seems like this young man is about to get into trouble at any moment.

It's a good thing that people are willing to learn more about herbs.

"Don't worry, when I ask you to find herbs in the future, I will naturally teach you how to identify them. I will also tell you about their properties and how to use them medicinally. As for the complexities of medicine, I will search for the ones I have seen before and give them to you later. The rest is up to your own comprehension."

Anyway, Su Shaoye's study of medicine was nothing more than getting bogged down in trivial details and blindly following medical books.

Jiang Zhiyun nodded quickly and thanked him profusely.

She thought that having more abilities was a good thing; if she knew more about medicine and medication, she would at least be able to determine whether someone was sick.

She didn't want to make a lot of money but then have her health collapse; that would mean she had the life to make money but not the life to spend it.

Then there's Xie Shuheng. Anyway, I know he's a tenacious person and he won't die no matter what.

At this moment, I will do my best to become someone who stands on his side, so as to avoid being killed by his wife to prove his faith in the future.

Thinking of this, Xie Shuheng coughed.

Jiang Zhiyun hurriedly went to check on his condition.

The lingering smell of blood still filled the room.

Jiang Zhiyun went over to wipe his sweat, and then took care of him without taking off her clothes for about two days.

When Xie Shuheng slowly woke up, he felt his hand being pinched and, feeling a little uncomfortable, tried to pull away.

Seeing that Jiang Zhiyun instinctively tightened her grip a little, he stopped moving.

She was still holding a towel in her left hand, and her right hand was gripping his hand. Her hands were clearly only half the size of his palm, very small and soft.

There were still dark circles under his eyes; he looked really tired.

Xie Shuheng's heart softened too. His shoulders were clearly a little numb, but he was afraid of affecting her, so he couldn't bear to move.

Jiang Zhiyun felt uncomfortable in this position and was about to change to another one when she groggily opened her eyes and saw that Xie Shuheng had woken up.

He immediately pinched Xie Shuheng's hand, and Xie Shuheng frowned: "..."

Seeing his puzzled expression, Jiang Zhiyun finally smiled and said, "That's great, it's not a dream. I thought something had happened to you yesterday, you've been running a fever."

She then touched his forehead again: "The fever is gone!"

"You made it through! You've finally made it through this ordeal." Jiang Zhiyun suddenly stood up, but having been lying down for so long, she almost fainted.

Xie Shuheng was never a warm-hearted person, but he lowered his voice and said helplessly, "Slow down."

Doctor Su came in when he heard the noise and took Xie Shuheng's pulse.

Then he nodded: "Take good care of yourself in the future; for now, just focus on healing your external injuries."

"Your wife is good; she stays up day and night to take care of you. You'll have to make it up to her when you get back."

Jiang Zhiyun smiled and said, "Thank you, Doctor Su."

Su Shaoye brought over the medicine and then left, leaving the couple in this small space.

Xie Shuheng said, "Now that I'm awake, I'll go back today. I still need to pay my respects to my teacher."

Jiang Zhiyun nodded, agreeing with her thoughts, and said, "It's more comfortable to recuperate at home."

Xie Shuheng woke up, and the person he was most worried about was Zhuang Yusheng.

Zhuang Yusheng's death caused no ripples in this small town. In this place full of exiled refugees and the poor, no one even cared who Zhuang Yusheng was.

When you can't even survive, who cares about others?

After Xie Shuheng came out of the clinic, he hadn't walked far when Jiang Zhiwan, carrying a tea cake and with two maids behind her, stood in front of Jiang Zhiyun.

"Yunniang, why are you still taking care of your sickly husband?" Jiang Zhiyun had clearly been waiting here for a long time, but now she was pretending to bump into him by chance.

Jiang Zhiyun noticed that her clothes had become brighter and brighter, and she had many more hairpins.

He deliberately thrust his hips forward and waved his hand in front of Jiang Zhiyun.

So he's just here to show off.

Jiang Zhiyun smiled and said, "Sister is so busy with important matters, why would she bother with our affairs?"

“My husband is ill, so I came to accompany him.”

“Yunniang.” Jiang Zhiwan didn’t hold back at all, looking at Xie Shuheng with disdain. “This sickly man is no good. If it weren’t for your older sister advising you, you would have divorced him now and become my maid. That would have been better than this.”

"That day at Shikanchang, he was tortured like a dog. Rumors of it have spread throughout many villages. Who doesn't know?"

"Will you ever be able to hold your head up again? If you insist on being with him, won't our Jiang family be disgraced?"

Xie Shuheng, who had originally placed his hands on Jiang Zhiyun's shoulders, instinctively pulled away.

Yes, he himself was already rotten to the core, while Yunniang was just an ordinary woman who had a lot to bear.

Their home was never peaceful to begin with.

His approach was like dyeing a blank sheet of paper like Jiang Zhiyun with all sorts of colors.

Jiang Zhiwan has always bullied Yunniang, which he greatly dislikes. But what she's saying now isn't entirely unreasonable.

Jiang Zhiyun grabbed Xie Shuheng and asked, "Can you handle being my sister's maid?"

“I am no longer a member of the Jiang family, so don’t try to use the Jiang family name to bind me.”

"You're all dressed up so smartly, you should focus on running your teahouse properly. Doing business isn't about how good-looking you are or how you can just hire a few girls to fill the space."

Jiang Zhiyun was telling the truth, but Jiang Zhiwan wouldn't listen.

She even felt that Yunniang was provoking her!

"Shut up! Do you need to teach me how to do business?"

"But I understand why you're saying these things now. We're sisters, and as the eldest sister, I'm doing better than you, so naturally you're unhappy about it."

She fiddled with her hairpin and said, "This was bought for me by your brother-in-law. He said it suits me well."

"And this dress, your brother-in-law also picked it out for me, saying it looks good."

"Oh." Jiang Zhiyun remembered Xu Ping'an's mistress in his previous life, the one he had seduced not long after his marriage.

At the time, Xu Ping'an suddenly treated her very well, and she thought it meant that their relationship had progressed. Now, thinking back, she only feels ironic.

"Then I hope my brother-in-law will give my sister nice things every day and treat her well."

"This is also my hope as a younger sister."

Jiang Zhiwan snorted coldly: "Just say you're jealous of me."