A peasant girl travels through time with a hospital, rising to become an empress.

When Chu Shaoyang arrived, Xie Mingyuan and Jiang Lingyang naturally went to greet him in person.

Although Chu Shaoyang was young and his official rank was not as high as Xie Mingyuan and Jiang Lingyang, his special status meant that neither of them dared to neglect him in the slightest.

Both the Chu and Jiang families are now prominent clans in the capital. The head of the Chu family holds the same official rank as Jiang Lingyang, but the Chu family's foundation is far more profound than that of a newly risen noble like Jiang Lingyang. Furthermore, Chu Shaoyang's aunt was once the Crown Prince's consort and is now the Empress. With such a prestigious position, the Chu family is an entity that no one in the capital dares to easily provoke.

Although Chu Shaoyang was young, he was calm and experienced in dealing with people, showing the demeanor of a scion of a prominent family. When speaking with Jiang Lingyang and Xie Mingyuan, he was neither humble nor arrogant, showing both respect for his juniors and no fear or nervousness.

Jiang Lingyang looked at him and thought to himself: It's not unreasonable that my daughter likes him.

With his handsome appearance, illustrious family background, and calm temperament, what woman in the capital wouldn't want to marry Chu Shaoyang?

Jiang Muxin was able to get closer to Chu Shaoyang than other women in the capital, all because Chu Shaoyang and Jiang Zheng'an were good friends. The two were of similar age, had similar personalities, and both had ambitions, so they naturally became close. As a result, Jiang Muxin also had more interactions with him.

Moreover, Chu Shaoyang genuinely admired Jiang Muxin's true talent and learning, unlike some women from noble families whose so-called "talented women" were nothing more than seeking fame and fortune.

After exchanging pleasantries with the two men for a while, Chu Shaoyang presented the medicine he had brought, saying, "This is medicine for Madam Jiang. She is seriously ill, and it is inconvenient for me to visit her in person. I would like to ask Lord Jiang to pass it on to her and wish her a speedy recovery."

Jiang Lingyang nodded in agreement, "It's getting late today, and you must be tired from your journey. Take a bath and rest first. Mu Xin and Zheng An are both at the manor. If you have time tomorrow, you can meet up with them."

The next day the weather was clear, and after days of snowfall, the temperature finally rose, no longer as cold as it had been in the previous days.

Jiang Muxin got up early, dressed up carefully, and after breakfast, she pulled Jiang Zheng'an aside to discuss things.

"Brother, how about we go to the small pavilion in the middle of the lake in the mansion and brew some tea around the stove?"

Jiang Zheng'an frowned: "It's cold outside. What if the three of us get chilled in the pavilion?"

Jiang Muxin smiled and shook her head, affectionately draping a fox fur cloak around Jiang Zheng'an's neck.

“Brother, after the snow, the sky is clear and the air is crisp. The most beautiful view in the Governor’s Mansion is in the small pavilion in the middle of the lake. We can brew hot tea, eat dried fruit, and roast over a charcoal fire while watching the pine trees outside the pavilion covered in frost and the jade-like branches. How can we miss such an elegant scene?”

Jiang Zheng'an was moved by her words and affectionately pinched her nose: "I am not as knowledgeable as my sister, nor do I have such leisure and elegance. But since you like it, I think Brother Shaoyang will appreciate it too. I will go and invite him now. When it gets warmer at noon, we will go to the small pavilion in the middle of the lake."

Chu Shaoyang naturally did not refuse the invitation.

After lunch, the three of them went to the small pavilion in the middle of the lake together.

A charcoal stove and copper brazier were already prepared in the pavilion. Hot tea and delicate snacks were laid out on the table. Oranges, apples and other fruits were placed on a grill pan next to the charcoal fire, sizzling and emitting a sweet fruity aroma.

With hot tea and the snowy scenery, Chu Shaoyang felt a sense of comfort.

Jiang Muxin took a small sip of hot tea, looked up at the snow-covered landscape and frost-covered branches outside the pavilion, and as if suddenly inspired, recited in a clear voice:

"After the snow, the pavilions are covered in jade-like hues, and the pine trees are adorned with frost-covered branches. The charcoal stove warms the air and dispels the chill, while the aroma of roasted fruit wafts around the green teapot."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zheng'an was the first to clap his hands, his eyes full of admiration: "My sister's talent is truly beyond my reach!"

Chu Shaoyang clapped along, secretly praising the performance.

Jiang Muxin's talent and learning demonstrate that she is a calm, composed, and cultured woman, and what he admires is precisely this composure and authenticity in her.

The three of them sipped tea, enjoying the rare beautiful scenery and pleasant atmosphere.

But as he drank, Jiang Zheng'an's stomach started to feel uncomfortable. At first, it was just a dull ache, but it gradually became more and more intense.

He stood up and apologized to Chu Shaoyang and Jiang Muxin, saying, "Please have a seat, I'll be back in a moment."

The two nodded, not paying any attention, and continued eating dried fruit and drinking tea.

Jiang Muxin seemed unusually interested today. She looked at Chu Shaoyang and said softly:

“Brother Shaoyang, you have no idea how much Muxin has been suffering these days. She worries about her mother’s illness all day long, can’t eat, and can’t sleep well.”

Jiang Muxin held the warm teacup, her fingertips slightly white, her eyes filled with unyielding sorrow, and her voice tinged with a barely perceptible sob.

"It's good that you came. My brother and I will treat you well and let you take a moment to escape the sorrow of my mother's illness. Thank you, Brother Shaoyang."

Chu Shaoyang looked at the haggard look on her face and his expression softened. “Sister Muxin, there is no need to worry. Qin Jichuan is a renowned physician of our time. He has a wonderful method and will surely be able to cure Madam Jiang’s illness. You can put your mind at ease.”

Jiang Muxin sighed softly, a hint of sorrow rising in her eyes: "Brother Shaoyang, you don't know, Doctor Qin has already come to examine you. He said that Mother's illness is too difficult to cure, and he is not confident that he can cure it."

Hearing this, Chu Shaoyang frowned—even Qin Jichuan was helpless, how could Madam Wei's illness be so serious?

Jiang Muxin nodded, then turned to look at Chu Shaoyang, her eyes filled with gratitude:

"But Brother Shaoyang, I have to thank you for all of this. Do you remember the doctor Qian we met in Fulin County? This doctor Qian is a true miracle doctor. He also came to the provincial capital to treat my mother. He said he could perform surgery on my mother, and she would recover completely after the surgery."

Upon hearing this, Chu Shaoyang's hand, which had picked up the teacup, paused slightly, and the look in his eyes suddenly changed:

"Dr. Qian...he's here too?"

"Yes!" Jiang Muxin's eyes lit up with hope.

"It's all thanks to Dr. Qian's superb medical skills that this family has new hope, and my heart feels like it's been reborn. I have to thank you for all of this. At that time, Mu Xin was not discerning enough to see Dr. Qian's special qualities. It was you, Brother Shao Yang, who enlightened me. You are my benefactor."

The appreciation and gratitude in her eyes were genuine and touching. Such a beautiful scene and such an attitude would probably stir the heart of any man.

But Chu Shaoyang had no time to care about that at the moment; his mind was completely occupied by the words, "Doctor Qian has arrived."

He recalled that fleeting glimpse in Fulin County; beneath the black veil, he had assumed it was an old, strange man, but instead it turned out to be a beautiful and refined woman.

Her appearance was absolutely stunning, leaving a deep impression on him at first glance; but what he found even more unforgettable were her eyes.

Unlike any woman he had ever met, whether she was angry or smiling, her eyes were full of affection or filled with sorrow, her eyes held a sharp edge, a resolute determination, and a tenacious spirit.

That unwavering determination, ingrained in his very bones, still sends shivers down his spine when he recalls it now.