Chapter 13

Mo Ya was inexplicable, "Your subordinate was never injured, why did Madam say that?"

He suddenly thought of something, his heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly looked away, "This subordinate has to send the file to the young master, and I will take my leave first."

He walked away quickly, with a hint of dodge from his back.

The faint scent of medicine in the air lingered for a moment, then disappeared quickly.

This matter was trivial, but Mo Ya's reaction was a little strange, and Wen Qiong remembered it inexplicably.

But it's still important to check the accounts. She has to count her small coffers and transfer them out as soon as possible.

As dusk approached, Nanny Pang offered her daily decoction.

Wen Qiong twisted her nose and drank it, then asked, "There was movement outside just now, what's going on?"

Nanny Pang had no choice but to stop, and said perfunctorily, "Master Xing from Dali Temple came to the door, and the son has packed up and left the house."

After that, she turned and left.

However, Wen Qiong thought of the imperial physician Song whom she saw when she left the mansion that day, and she was moved in her heart and told Nanny Pang to wait.

"The mother in the Hou's mansion is the most well-informed, but who is sick in the mansion?"

Nanny Pang was a little impatient at first, but after being recognized by Wen Qiong's first sentence, she proudly raised her chin and walked back with an empty medicine bowl.

"The night you went to the ancestral hall a few days ago, the second girl caught wind and cold. The next day she had a fever and asked the doctor to come over. She has improved a lot in the past few days. At noon, she prepared a generous gift and went to the prime minister's mansion to celebrate the prime minister's son's first prize."

Wen Qiong paused when she heard that she was dipping her hands in ink, and it was as she guessed that the imperial doctor Song was invited by Yao Xuanci for that mysterious guest in Dongyuan.

"Mummy, do you know what mother-in-law is doing these days?" She raised her eyes lightly, pursed her lower lip, and there was a trace of worry in her soft eyebrows and eyes.

"I didn't see her that day after copying the family rules in the ancestral hall and returning to the hospital. I don't know if she is satisfied."

The woman seems to be a fragile and delicate flower that was plucked and thrown into the blue deep sea, floating on the boundless sea helplessly, still frightened and trembling with the storm coming.

Nanny Pang was disdainful in her heart, after all, she was born in a small family, with a simple mind, she was obviously a royal concubine but she was afraid of a stepmother.

After more than a year of marriage in the Hou's Mansion, without any improvement in her mind and means, she can still be a paper tiger in Qingyu Yuan.

Fortunately, the people in the house are very tight-lipped, and their masters and servants are considered sensible, so they didn't stab the Shizi in front of him and cause him trouble.

She was more and more contemptuous in her heart, so she slipped out, "There is a delicate and noble guest living in Dongyuan. He was brought back by the son himself in the rainy night. He is also Mrs. Hou's niece, so I don't care about other things."

"Prince Princess, don't worry."

Wen Qiong's eyes were slightly cold, "He went back home that rainy night?"

Mrs. Hou's harsh warning sounded in her mind, and Nanny Pang suddenly realized that she couldn't control her mouth anymore, so she hurriedly made amends.

"Oh, the old slave is confused!"

"This old slave loves to talk nonsense, talking nonsense, the second girl Zheng was rescued by the prince's people, not the prince..."

She paused suddenly, her face turned pale, "No, no, no!"

"It's a distinguished guest!"

She even disobeyed the son's order!

Nanny Pang raised her voice in horror, "It's a guest from Dongyuan, and the guest was placed by the crown prince!"

"This old slave can't talk with his head. You know this problem. It has made Sister Song very angry many times on weekdays."

She was still trying to make amends, "The son of the world just obeyed the order of the prince..."

Behind the desk, Wen Qiong's tone was extremely calm, "Nurse Pang, you should be quiet."

At this point, Nanny Pang's face turned pale.

She didn't understand, she had kept her mouth tightly closed for several days, why she was negligent for a moment, and came out with the orders of the two masters in such a smooth manner.

The afterglow of the evening sun came in through the window, and the fine dust particles danced under the light. At this moment, there was silence in the study.

A cold look flashed across the beautiful amber eyes, Wen Qiong suppressed her gradually heavy and rapid breathing, tightly clutching the slender bamboo pen in her palm.

She had expected that Nanny Pang's gossip was so gossip, that something she could hide must have been ordered by someone, and it might not be a trivial matter.

It turned out that Miss Zheng Er lived in that courtyard.

The husband who brought her home as a matchmaker secretly took Yunying's unmarried daughter into the Hou's residence without telling her.

She thought he was running around investigating the case, and obediently left the door behind.

Never thought that that person is in the Marquis' mansion, by the side of his sweetheart.

The whole family knew about it, so they just watched indifferently and silently, looking at her in the dark, as if they were watching a joke.

In the four years of her previous life, how many times she was a joke!

The writing brush in the palm was broken, and the only bit of mourning was tightly wrapped in the palm and disappeared.

The sharp and uneven thorns pierced into the soft and tender flesh, and the pain pulled Wen Qiong back from the dark thoughts.

She lowered her eyes, with a sarcasm on her lips, she threw away the broken bamboo pen, and the white silk handkerchief was stained with blood spots.

I thought there would be no disappointment if I didn't hold out hope, but Yao Xuanci slapped her hard on the face in front of everyone so mercilessly.

She couldn't help it.

I don't know how long it took, the countless complicated emotions all subsided, regardless of howling and struggling to suppress them in the bottom of my heart, Wen Qiong let out a shallow breath.

She closed the account book and got up from behind the desk, walked slowly to Nanny Pang, and stood still.

Nanny Pang raised her head anxiously, unexpectedly seeing a calm face.

She wasn't shocked or angry, and she didn't even show a trace of sadness. She was in a daze. Why didn't Shi Zifei...why didn't she respond?

Wen Qiong took away the medicine bowl in her hand that was about to shatter on the ground, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, Mammy, you know this matter, God knows it, you won't be punished."

Nanny Pang immediately breathed a sigh of relief, before she had time to think deeply, "Thank you, Princess Concubine!"

The jade bowl was gently placed on the flower stand beside it, and the woman in front of her smiled half-smile.

"But I am the official wife that the emperor pointed out to Yao Xuanci. If I make a fuss about sending you to the farm, he probably won't intercede for you."

No, no, no, Nanny Pang's eyes widened in panic, and she held her breath, like a goose caught by fate.

She is the nanny of the eldest son, she spent the first half of her life as a steward in a splendid manner in the Marquis Mansion, how could she be kicked out of the mansion to do the hard work on the farm.

Nanny Pang choked up for a while, unable to speak for a while, her fat body slowly knelt down.

She was still contemptuous of women just a moment ago, but now she wants to beg for mercy.

She closed her eyes and kowtowed deeply, "I beg the imperial concubine to spare the old slave, the old slave is willing to be a cow and a horse for the imperial concubine."

The woman caressed the rim of the jade bowl with her thin white fingers, then bent her fingers, and when she was about to push it lightly, she paused again.

"Mammy is indeed a wise woman."

Wen Qiong picked up the jade bowl again, helped Nanny Pang, and returned the jade bowl to her, pursing her lips slightly, tenderly, "I hope Nanny Pang will do what she says."

"Mother, hurry up and get busy."

Nanny Pang is a member of the Hou's mansion, and she has some problems with her, and she is still a half-manager, which is very important.

At night, Yao Xuanci, who went out with his colleagues, has not returned yet.

When the government doctor came to check her pulse, he only said that she was in good health, but handed her a sachet, saying it was for calming the nerves and falling asleep.

The sachet smelled faintly fresh and fragrant. Wen Qiong opened the sachet and looked through it. There was nothing complicated. It was already dark outside, so she went to bed early.

Tomorrow's Xinglin Banquet, we can't worry so much anymore, otherwise my brother's happy event will be imminent, and she will be in poor spirits, which will be a real disappointment.

As for Yao Xuanci...Wen Qiong looked at the sandalwood bed curtain above her head, and slowly closed her eyes.

He kept her baby safe, and she sang along with him in this ridiculous scene.

The bright sunlight swayed in the courtyard, approaching August, the morning has become cool and pleasant.

Until the sun slowly moved into the sky, the heat gradually burned.

The maidservants and servants in the Qingyu Court were busy with their duties, a breeze blew by, the vines and leaves on the wisteria flower corridor rustled, and several newly planted flower trees stretched their emerald green branches and leaves.

Wen Qiong carefully planned the whole morning, left the mansion and rushed to the palace, but was stopped halfway.

It was Mo Ya who disappeared overnight with Yao Xuanci, his clothes were stained with blood, and he hurriedly stopped the carriage, "Ma'am!"

Wen Qiong raised the curtains of the carriage when he heard the sound, and saw that his body was stained with blood, as well as large and small bloody wounds, she was shocked, "What's going on with you?"

"I was investigating a case with the young master last night, and was ambushed and attacked by the other party."

Mo Ya looked anxious, "The young master's injury is not serious, but he is knocked on the head and is unconscious. We dare not move."

"The news of the injury can't be spread yet, the subordinates can only chase after you."

Yao Xuanci is the young minister of Dali Temple, and has been a close friend with the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace for many years. If he dares to attack him, it is only because the person behind the case is so confident that he is so confident.

Wen Qiong pursed her lips and raised her eyes to look in the direction of the palace.

Her brother and mother were already waiting for her at the Xinglin Banquet.