Yes.
Only half a box.
But even this half a box was hard to co by.
Nanny Wei felt a bleakness in her heart, having no one to complain to, she carefully apologized, "This half box is for the Eldest Miss to use first, I will find a way to make up for the rest of the ointnt."
The attitude was still decent, causing the servant from the Minister of Ministry of Industry’s mansion to calm his anger a bit, "We’re giving you three more days, otherwise don’t bla us for being ruthless!"
With this final remark, the servant turned and left.
That deanor, nothing like a servant of official’s house, more like a ruffian or thug.
The servant had just left when Nanny Wei’s legs gave out and she almost fell, if not for Nanny Ji supporting her.
Back in the house, Nanny Ji took out all the money they had stashed and calculated with Nanny Wei; they were still nine hundred taels short of eight thousand.
"At least five thousand taels are still lacking," Nanny Ji lanted.
This was the money they had saved over a lifeti, frugally living, and yet they couldn’t even afford three boxes of ointnt.
Nanny Wei spoke bitterly, "I know a few people, I will see if I can borrow so."
Nanny Ji sighed deeply in her heart.
Who would lend them five thousand taels?
And with what could they repay those five thousand taels?
Nanny Wei hid the money safely, and one by one went to visit those acquaintances.
Without ntioning money, everyone got along well, always chatting and laughing when they t.
But bringing up borrowing money? And especially after knowing they offended the Minister of Ministry of Industry’s mansion.
Not just refusing to lend, they almost threw Nanny Wei out.
The Minister of Ministry of Industry’s mansion only gave a three-day deadline.
Afraid she might flee, they even sent a servant to keep tabs on her.
Nanny Wei pleaded for three days, only to gather five hundred taels.
Thus, the ti spent at the Minister of Ministry of Industry’s mansion wasn’t long, but she understood the nature of the Minister’s wife—once said, it will be done.
Unable to help her daughter restore her appearance, they may even grind her bones to dust, even implicating Nanny Ji.
With no other option, Nanny Wei found herself before the Prince Zhenbei Mansion.
She paced back and forth at the gate, unable to muster the courage to step forward.
The servant of the mansion recognized her and quietly observed, curious about her intentions.
The wind blew across her cheeks, bringing a chill.
Nanny Wei shivered, stepped forward, and said, "I, I’m here to see the Princess Consort Zhenbei."
Agarwood Pavilion, backyard.
Su Jin had just finished preparing the scar-removal ointnt and placed it in a box.
It wasn’t that the ointnt was difficult to prepare; it just took ti.
But the young Miss Shen from the Jibei Marquis Mansion had a fever which was fluctuating.
Mrs. Tang was worried and called Su Jin over.
After returning by carriage from the Jibei Marquis Mansion, feeling a bit tired, she didn’t start preparing the ointnt right away.
With the task completed, Su Jin breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed her neck, sitting down to drink tea.
Outside, Bi Zhu ca running in, saying, "Princess Consort, soone nad Nanny Wei is requesting to see you."
Su Jin raised an eyebrow.
Why is it Nanny Wei who ca?
"Bring her to see ."
After finishing a cup of tea, Su Jin also had two pieces of pastry before Bi Zhu brought Nanny Wei in.
Su Jin had never seen Nanny Wei’s appearance, but she had heard about her from Nanny Ji.
Nanny Wei stepped forward, and Su Jin smiled, "So, have you raised enough money, or are you trading a secret with ?"
Nanny Wei’s fingers tightened, "To, to make a trade with the Princess Consort."
Her voice was very dry.
It was evident how much internal struggle she endured before coming to beg for help at the Prince Zhenbei Mansion.
Su Jin was a bit intrigued by the secret Nanny Wei had co to trade.
Su Jin put down the tea cup, smiled faintly, and said, "It depends on whether what Nanny Wei tells is worth the trade."
Nanny Wei didn’t panic or lose her composure.
She knew the secret she had kept for sixteen years, one she hadn’t even told Nanny Ji, was worth the price.
As Nanny Wei began to speak, Su Jin’s initially leisurely expression turned serious and gradually beca covered with an icy deanor.
She had never expected that the clues and truth about Consort Yun’s death, which both the Emperor and Marquis Dongxiang had investigated for so long, would remain elusive.
To uncover this matter, she had even resorted to sowing discord with Nanny Zhou, hoping to pry open the truth from her lips.
Yet, in a mont of inspiration during a tense wait, the truth was uncovered—
Nanny Wei had nearly witnessed the entire incident leading to Consort Yun’s demise.
Sixteen years ago, on the day Consort Yun "died during childbirth."
Nanny Wei still rembered that the weather was exceptionally good that day.
The flowers in the Imperial Garden were blooming brilliantly.
But she had no ti to admire them, fearing chastisent from her master. To quickly return to the palace and report, she took a shortcut through the garden path, happening to see the Empress and Princess Qi talking.
To avoid disturbing them, Nanny Wei planned to quietly leave from the side, but was blocked by Consort Yun and the palace maid.
Consort Yun had brought the palace maid and was hiding behind the rockery, eavesdropping on the Empress and Princess Qi’s conversation.
At the ti, she was a little distant and couldn’t hear what the Empress and Princess Qi were saying, but she could sense the Empress’s anger.
Whereas Princess Qi seed to be in a good mood.
But, upon hearing sothing, Consort Yun was startled, stepping back and accidentally kicking a stone.
The Empress and Princess Qi imdiately turned to look.
Consort Yun and the palace maid turned to run.
At that ti, Consort Yun was heavily pregnant, about to give birth, and the Imperial Physician had advised her to walk more to ease her delivery pains.
The Empress and Princess Qi’s attendants gave chase, and Consort Yun’s palace maid blocked them, urging Consort Yun to run quickly.
The garden paths were sparsely populated, but there were still quite a few people in the Imperial Garden.
As long as they reached a crowded area, the Empress’s maids would not dare act recklessly.
Yet, perhaps destined not to evade this calamity, as she hurried down a set of steps, she stumbled and fell forward.
Scheduled to give birth in a few days, suddenly the fetus moved.
The maids and eunuchs of the Imperial Garden urgently carried Consort Yun back to Chaohua Palace to seek help for delivery.
What happened afterwards—
Nanny Wei didn’t know.
At the ti, she was so frightened that she didn’t dare move.
Her eyes only saw the blood from Consort Yun, and palace maids passing by the path, unaware of anything, were silently seized and thrown into wells to drown...
Soon after, the news spread of Consort Yun’s death during childbirth.
Whether Consort Yun truly died due to childbirth complications or was silenced, Nanny Wei didn’t know.
After all, falling and childbirth are inherently risky for won, especially after a fall.
But Consort Yun must have overheard sothing she shouldn’t have, otherwise, she wouldn’t have needed to flee, and the Empress and Princess Qi’s people wouldn’t have pursued her relentlessly.
Back then, Nanny Wei was proud and ambitious, wanting nothing more than to rise and beco a female official, to bring glory to her family.
Witnessing Consort Yun’s incident and the murder of the palace maid, Nanny Wei only felt that the Imperial Palace was cold and terrifying.
Even soone as exalted as Consort Yun, favored by the Emperor and carrying the future prince, couldn’t protect herself, let alone a re palace maid like her?
Nanny Wei had nightmares for several days in a row, abandoning all those unworthy thoughts.
She only wanted to live.
To live until the age of twenty-five and leave the palace.
To leave that prison filled with slaughter and intrigue.
...
Su Jin never imagined her mother, Consort Yun’s, accident happened this way.
The conversation between the Empress and Princess Qi, one delighted, the other furious, was evidently connected to the Second Prince’s lineage.
Mixing up the Imperial Family bloodline, how could Consort Yun not be shocked?
How could the Empress not urgently resort to murder to silence?
Su Jin suppressed her anger, her face cold, "Was it Nanny Zhou chasing my mother?"
Nanny Wei nodded slightly.
Su Jin’s fists clenched tightly.
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