Capítulo 543: Chapter 535 Trouble with the Diagnostic Gold Settlent
Marquis Chang’an had arrived at Pri Minister Mansion with unexpected worries. Already distressed over his youngest son’s illness, it was compounded by his eldest son’s prolonged absence from ho. When his eldest finally returned, he had sohow gotten entangled with Pri Minister Lin, adding to his woes.
He wasn’t on good terms with the elite of the poor families, Pri Minister Lin. Despite being less powerful, Pri Minister Lin was the emperor’s favored and if sothing happened to Madam Lin due to his unruly son, he would be in a difficult position.
With a stern face, Marquis Chang’an discreetly inquired about the situation from Pri Minister Lin’s trusted steward. He learned that Madam Lin was doing well and, far from causing trouble, his son had inadvertently done a good deed. Along with Mr. Xiong’s son, he had introduced a doctor with exceptional dical skills to Madam Lin, preventing her condition from worsening.
Upon hearing this, Marquis Chang’an’s mind lit up. A doctor with exceptional dical skills?
He further inquired about the urgency, but the steward spoke vaguely, ntioning it was just elderly ailnts.
Indeed, among elite families, those in power would not readily disclose details of their illnesses to outsiders, to prevent prying eyes.
Marquis Chang’an had to suppress his curiosity and, upon eting Pri Minister Lin, exchanged formalities. He then began to scold Jing Xiaosi with a straight face – Away from ho for a year, causing trouble upon return, as though he had been reluctant to think of ho.
Jing Xiaosi pressed his lips together, silent.
Mr. Xiong set his wine cup down with a ‘clang’, his tone mocking: “You can hardly bla Lian’er for not returning ho, can you? Is there even a place for him there? To the uninitiated, he might seem picked up from the streets. The legitimate eldest son, yet his status is less than that of a concubine’s child.”
Hearing these words, a shiver ran down Marquis Chang’an’s scalp. He reluctantly greeted with a cupped fist salute, “Brother.”
“Ah, don’t be so affectionate; I can’t bear such a title from the Marquis,” Mr. Xiong stood up, looking at Pri Minister Lin, “Pri Minister, I’ve intruded today. I’ll discipline this rascal at ho, and apologize later. Lian’er, co with . Your maternal grandmother misses you dearly and has instructed to take you back. Your courtyard has been kept in order by your aunt’s servants each day, with a warm room awaiting you—there will be no cold als for you.”
Jing Xiaosi felt a slight warmth in his heart.
Marquis Chang’an’s face darkened.
Pri Minister Lin still smiled and said, “It’s getting late, and today has been chaotic at ho. I shall prepare a modest dinner another day and hope Mr. Xiong and Marquis can honor it with your presence.”
Marquis Chang’an cupped his hands and replied, “Pri Minister Lin is too courteous. My son’s misbehavior reflects my failings as a father. Fortunately, your Madam is safe; otherwise, I would be deeply distressed.”
Pri Minister Lin exchanged pleasantries.
“I wonder where the doctor who helped with the treatnt might be now?” Marquis Chang’an looked around, not finding anyone who resembled a doctor. Could they have already left?
Qin Liuxi sat leisurely in his chair eating, well, pretending to be invisible, which was just fine.
“This Eight Treasure Duck is quite good; eat more to nourish your body,” Qin Liuxi said as he placed a piece of duck into Teng Zhao’s bowl.
Pri Minister Lin’s gaze flickered, observing Qin Liuxi focusing on the al as if starved for an age, not batting an eyelid, leaving him uncertain of her intentions.
Jing Xiaosi sneered.
Marquis Chang’an followed Pri Minister Lin’s gaze, noticing two children engrossed in eating. He frowned slightly but then thought they might be Lin Family’s children, brought out to accompany Xiong Er and the others.
“Pri Minister? This is a coincidence. My younger son is suffering from an urgent illness, and the Imperial Physicians are at a loss. Hearing about the remarkable dical skills of the doctor who treated your Madam, I wish to invite him to my mansion to treat my son, and I hope you could accommodate this request,” Marquis Chang’an sincerely appealed.
Xiong Er’s eyes widened with a flash of excitent, eager to speak, but Jing Xiaosi tugged at his sleeve, and he closed his mouth.
Mr. Xiong observed the interaction between the two lads, his eyes narrowing—those two were up to sothing.
But now wasn’t the ti to inquire.
The gossip fire within Mr. Xiong blazed. He wasn’t in a rush to leave, considering Pri Minister Lin hadn’t yet attended to him.
Pri Minister Lin looked at Qin Liuxi, “Junior Temple Master, what do you think?”
Marquis Chang’an: “?”
Qin Liuxi raised her head, eting his gaze with an inscrutable look in her eyes.
A chill ran down the back of Marquis Chang’an as their eyes t, and an ominous feeling inexplicably crept into his heart.
“Marquis, this is the doctor who has been treating my mother,” said Lin Xiang with a smile. “Unlike ordinary doctors, she is a Daoist doctor.”
Daoist doctor?
Marquis Chang’an was montarily confused. What did Daoist doctor an?
“It ans she is a mber of the Mystic Sect, which also possesses dical skills.”
Marquis Chang’an understood then. In other words, she was a Taoist. Reflecting on how his wife had just invited a Daoist from Jinhua Temple during the day, claiming to be plagued by a nightmare, which caused a lot of fuss without waking the child, it had instead worn her out.
Thus, his perception of Taoists was rather average, trusting them was not his instinct.
Marquis Chang’an’s warmth cooled sowhat in an instant, but it didn’t show much on his face as he said, “So it is. The little Taoist here looks quite young.”
Lin Xiang praised, “As the saying goes, ‘In learning there is no first, the accomplished are foremost.’ Though the Junior Temple Master is young, her dical skills are indeed profound.”
Marquis Chang’an’s heart skipped a beat. Lin Xiang would not purposely elevate soone, let alone just a Taoist. So this person, truly had so abilities?
He curved his lips and gave Qin Liuxi a bow: “I am remiss for not recognizing the eminent, little Taoist, please forgive .”
Qin Liuxi chuckled lightly, “Does the Marquis wish for to save his son?”
Marquis Chang’an hurriedly nodded, just as he was about to speak, Qin Liuxi said, “I’ve already saved him. You’ve arrived just in ti; quickly settle the dical fee.”
Marquis Chang’an was dumbfounded: “?”
Xiong Er snickered with schadenfreude and excitent in his laughter.
Mr. Xiong slapped him on the back: You brat, keep it together.
Jing Xiaosi looked at Qin Liuxi with a mix of helplessness.
“Forgive , I do not understand the little Taoist’s aning,” Marquis Chang’an said with unexpected defensiveness.
Qin Liuxi replied, “Didn’t you want to save your son? I have saved him.”
She pointed her finger at Jing Xiaosi and said, “Moreover, I’ve saved him not just once, but twice. The first ti, he was infected by a poisonous insect, and I was the one who extracted it. Otherwise, it would have been over for him. Surely the Marquis is aware of the poisoning incident?”
Marquis Chang’an frowned, obviously he knew about it. Wasn’t it related to a spring hunt incident in the mountains? Over the years, he had been seeking dical advice, and even managed to bring in healers from Miao dicine, but could this so-called Daoist do it?
Jing Xiaosi’s expression was indifferent, inwardly unmoved.
anwhile, Mr. Xiong was completely unaware, he pushed past Marquis Chang’an and grabbed Jing Xiaosi, examining him, “Infected by a poisonous insect? How? When did this happen?”
Xiong Er took several steps back, wary of a beating.
Jing Xiaosi said, “Uncle, I’m fine now, it’s all in the past.”
All in the past, my ass.
Mr. Xiong spun around, swung his fist, and struck at Marquis Chang’an, “Damn you, Jing Zhiming, are you even a father? Just letting that dead woman in your backyard harm Lian’er, he’s your legitimate eldest son, you old bastard, go to hell!”
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