Chapter 5 Sudden death from acute illness

The princess nodded slightly: "I found out that it was the daughter of the Minister of Revenue, a girl who abides by the rules. The Shangshu Mansion announced that she died suddenly of acute illness." Her tone was quite regretful.

Xiao Jingzhao frowned slightly, hiding the regret in his eyes.

He wanted to ask if they had found out who had poisoned him with the acacia fragrance, but since the princess didn't say it, it meant that they hadn't found out.

It would snow in the capital next month when winter comes, and he had to leave and return to Yannan.

The princess personally sent Xiao Jingzhao and his party out of the princess's mansion.

Looking at the carriage going away, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Xiao Jingzhao didn't have time to find out who poisoned him. If Xiao Jingzhao was not in a hurry to return to Yannan, he would surely be able to follow the clues and find out who was the one in the palace with his intelligence.

In the carriage, Xiao Jingzhao's ink-like phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.

The singing and dancing in the capital were prosperous, which seemed to be two different worlds from the scene he saw on the way here.

Seeing the cold and handsome face of his master, Xiang Song did not dare to mention that matter.

He said with emotion: "Emperor Renzong loves his people like his own children. If he knew that the descendants of the royal family were so useless, I am afraid that even the coffin lid would not be able to hold him down."

Xiao Jingzhao pursed his thin lips tightly, and the determination in his eyes became stronger.

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The autumn wind blew, and the fiery red leaves swayed on the branches like burning flames.

A red leaf fell with the wind and landed on Jiang Shuyue's bun.

She had no intention of appreciating the picturesque scenery in front of her, and her hands did not stop, continuing to pick herbs.

"Miss, these herbs are all withered and yellow. Can they really remove scars?"

Qiuju held a bamboo basket in her hand and looked into the bushes from time to time.

Yesterday, the young lady came out to pick herbs and picked up several eggs. She hoped to see eggs again today.

They both lost weight after eating one meal and starving another on the farm.

Jiang Shuyue said without raising her head: "We will know if it works after we try it. The scar is not on the face, so it doesn't matter if it can't be removed."

"Miss, how can it be okay? The flesh on my butt is full of pits and bumps."

"Can't sit on the bench steadily?"

Qiuju shook her head: "No, I am worried that you will have more scars and your husband will not like you in the future."

Jiang Shuyue almost laughed at Qiuju's words.

She put all the herbs she had collected into the bamboo basket and patted the dust on her hands: "Silly girl, people should just be happy when they are alive. Why should they think about pleasing others? If someone likes you, even if you lose a finger, the other person will think you are perfect."

"Qiuju, look, why are there a few more eggs here?"

Hearing Jiang Shuyue's shout, Qiuju turned around and saw eight eggs lying on the dry grass on the roadside.

Qiuju's eyes lit up, looked around, and saw that no one was coming, so she quickly squatted down to pick up the eggs and put them in the bamboo basket.

Then cover it tightly with herbs.

"Miss, we will come back tomorrow." Qiuju lowered her voice.

Jiang Shuyue nodded.

As winter approached, the tenants' rents were collected, and everyone had nothing to do.

The two of them lay in bed for a few days, and the housekeeper told them to go to the kitchen to work.

Seeing that everyone in the kitchen had left, the two of them left them to clean up the kitchen, and Qiuju quietly took out the eggs hidden in her arms and boiled them.

In the dead of night, listening to Qiuju's even breathing, Jiang Shuyue slowly opened her eyes.

In order to recuperate in the past few days, she tried to move as little as possible. She only learned to use her mind to take eggs from the space.

She hadn't even entered the thatched house in the space.

With a thought, she entered the space, and this time she stood very steadily.

In the distant grass, chickens and sheep were foraging for food. She walked to the spiritual spring, and the spring water was clear to the bottom.

She took a few sips of the spring water, which was sweet and delicious, like nectar.

I don't know if it was my illusion, but after drinking the spiritual spring water, Jiang Shuyue felt refreshed.

She came to the thatched house and prayed in her heart, hoping that there would be a bed and a quilt in the house.

She gently pushed open the door and was stunned by the scene in front of her.

The room was filled with the smell of Chinese medicine, and a tall medicine cabinet stood against the wall.

There was also a medicine grinder in the corner of the room. She walked forward quickly and opened the drawer with the word "Poria cocos" written on it.

There was a full drawer of high-quality Poria cocos.

Then she opened other drawers, and they were filled with the medicinal materials marked on the drawers.

Her face flushed with excitement. It was great. With these medicinal materials, she could open a clinic and support herself.

There were also tables and chairs in the room, and a medicine box on the table.

She couldn't wait to open the medicine box, which was full of stethoscopes, blood pressure monitors, silver needles, disposable syringes and other items.

She pushed another door with excitement, but the door didn't move at all.

She turned her head to look at the door on the other side, walked over and pushed it gently, but it still didn't open.

She left the room and comforted herself that people should be content. It was already good to open one of the three rooms.

She found that she was not cold even in a thin nightgown. The climate in the space was neither hot nor cold, very comfortable.

In a piece of land next to the house, the seedlings were lush and green.

There were sweet potatoes, corn, and cotton.

The stream behind the house was gurgling, and the pebbles under the water could be seen clearly.

She didn't know the time difference between the space and the outside yet, so she prepared to pack up the eggs and go out.

Seeing a few bamboo baskets under the eaves, she carried the bamboo baskets and walked towards the chicken coop on the grass.

What appeared in front of her was a full half nest of eggs.

She counted them. There were twenty eggs in one chicken coop, ten chicken coops, a full two hundred eggs.

She felt a little regretful. If she had known there were so many eggs, she should have taken out a few more today.

Tonight, she and Qiuju each ate two eggs, and left four eggs for tomorrow.

After leaving the space, she was still lying on the bed.

Days passed like this, and the two of them did kitchen work and dealt with scar removal medicine every day.

In a blink of an eye, they had been in the manor for more than a month.

The housekeeper was worried that the master would remember to take the legitimate daughter back home. If the person froze to death in the manor, she would not be able to escape responsibility.

After winter came, they were given a torn quilt.

One day, the wind was cold.

Everyone closed the door early to warm themselves by the fire. Qiuju had just brought the charcoal basin into the house when she saw the young lady take out a few eggs from her arms.

"Young lady, did you go to the bamboo forest again just now?"

Jiang Shuyue put her finger on her lips and made a gesture to keep quiet.

Qiuju understood, and she turned around and closed the door.

Jiang Shuyue took a clay pot out of the kitchen, and while Qiuju went to the kitchen to get the charcoal basin, she put spiritual spring water into the pot.

Jiang Shuyue put the pot into the charcoal basin, and after a while, the water began to boil.

Qiuju skillfully beat the eggs into the pot, and soon, two bowls of hot poached eggs were cooked.

"Miss, eat quickly, we won't be cold tonight if we eat enough." Qiuju smiled with satisfaction while holding the bowl.

Jiang Shuyue just picked up the bowl, and felt her stomach churning.

She quickly put down the bowl and squatted aside, retching.

"Miss, do you have a cold stomach?" Qiuju didn't care about eating the poached eggs, and hurried over to pat Jiang Shuyue on the back.

After a while, Jiang Shuyue didn't vomit anything, she stood up and shook her head: "I don't know."

After sitting for a while, Jiang Shuyue suddenly remembered that Yue Xin had never come since she came here after eating a bowl of poached eggs.

Is it because this body is too weak?

While Qiuju was cleaning up the bowls, she felt the pulse of her left hand with her right hand.

After a moment, her expression became more and more solemn.