Leaving the Lin’s Pri Minister Mansion, Qin Liuxi received a thousand silver notes and a piece of small-leaved red sandalwood, the silver notes were given by Mrs. Lin as a red envelope for consultation fees, because Qin Liuxi not only helped several won of the family find the Peace Pulse and prescribed them dicine to regulate their bodies, but she also took care of Lin Qingtang, who was in the girl’s boudoir preparing for marriage talks.
After all, for a girl, having a well-conditioned body ans that when she goes to her husband’s family in the future, whether it’s managing daily als or bearing children, she will have a strong physique, which is a good thing.
The most important point is that she also diagnosed that Mrs. Feng was pregnant, and even before the days of change, she discerned a slippery pulse, which was a cause for celebration, and thus warranted a big red envelope to share the joy.
Additionally, the generous Mrs. Feng also gave a piece of small-leaved red sandalwood in exchange for a Fetus Protecting Talisman.
This ti, Qin Liuxi didn’t refuse, and took the items as she boarded the Lin family’s carriage headed for Jiuxuan Auction Hall.
She examined the red silk-wrapped small-leaved red sandalwood and was very satisfied, noting that the won of the Lin family knew how to conduct themselves by giving gratuity that hit the right note, quite comndable indeed.
Teng Zhao watched her master’s greedy expression and couldn’t help rolling her eyes, sitting cross-legged and silently reciting the Taoist Scriptures.
Qin Liuxi rewrapped the small-leaved red sandalwood and poked Teng Zhao’s face.
Teng Zhao dodged her "evil claws," giving her a look that said, "Speak if you have sothing to say, no need for touchy-feely."
"We’ve arrived in Shengjing; you should visit your family, the Teng family." Qin Liuxi said, "Your father has taken a new wife."
Teng Zhao was startled for a mont, then shook his head: "I won’t go."
Qin Liuxi observed him carefully, noting that he didn’t seem dejected, and hinted, "Actually, it might be worth going. Who knows, your stepmother might give you so pocket money for everyday expenses."
Teng Zhao: "..."
So, in the end, you just want to fleece so incense oil, right?
"Send a ssage to summon him here." Teng Zhao said coldly, he didn’t like going to that mansion, where everyone was cold and looked at him with strange eyes.
"All right, I’ll send a ssage later, your father must be missing you," Qin Liuxi said.
Teng Tianhan: Missing his son directly translates to a lighter purse.
Lin Xiang returned to the Pri Minister Mansion and learned that Qin Liuxi had already left, leaving behind a bottle of precious dicine Tea Pills, making him sowhat dumbfounded. It seed that he truly needed to take effort in obtaining that Jiao Pearl.
"Pri Minister, would you like Doctor Ou to check this?" Mrs. Lin handed over the bottle of dicine Tea Pills, saying, "It’s not that I do not trust the Junior Temple Master, it’s just that mother is getting on in years and it’s best to be cautious."
"Hmm," Lin Xiang took it, opened the bottle cap, and a soothing dicinal fragrance wafted out, refreshing his spirit. He quickly sealed it again to preserve the potency, then changed his mind, "No need, I’ll personally try one for mother."
Mrs. Lin: "..."
She pretended not to see the drool on his face, smiling and saying, "Junior Temple Master’s dical skills are extraordinary, and these dicine Tea Pills were made by her herself; they must be very good. Oh, by the way, Mrs. Feng was also diagonosed with a happy pulse today, also interpreted by the Junior Temple Master through face reading."
"Oh?" Lin Xiang’s interest was piqued.
Mrs. Lin recounted the face reading diagnosis by Qin Liuxi and continued, "She also took a pulse, and afterward, I had Xiu Gu and Doctor He from Wanjintang check the pulse separately. Although it hasn’t been long, it’s definitely a slippery pulse, and it should be confird after a while."
"Good, good," Lin Xiang was very pleased and said, "It’s lively to have many people in the family. It’s about ti for their generation to add so more brothers and sisters."
"That’s exactly what I think," Mrs. Lin bead in agreent and added, "Did Pri Minister hear about the incident with Marquis Chang’an? I heard that he sent people to surround Jinhua Temple, telling everyone he wants to capture the Demon who hard the Marquis’s son, preventing civilians from going to offer incense. And in the city, there are rumors that the Taoists of Jinhua Temple are sinister, practicing evil magic. That young son of Marquis Chang’an is critically ill, he was taken to the manor overnight, along with Marchioness Chang’an."
Lin Xiang thought about what Qin Liuxi said the day before, that Marquis Chang’an had only one son, and his eyelids twitched. He said with hidden aning, "This Junior Temple Master’s dical skills are not bad, and neither is her face reading. Yesterday, she directly stated that Marquis Chang’an has only one son."
Mrs. Lin was a clever madam. As soon as she heard this, a fire of gossip blazed in her eyes.
Marquis Chang’an turned out to be a cuckold, which was quite shocking.
Those in the know were not only on Lin Xiang’s side. In Xiong Er’s family, they were clapping with glee.
"That old bastard deserves to be a cuckold. Let’s see if he still treasures that woman who plays the innocent flower like a precious pearl. He has cherished soone else’s bargain son for ten years, even more than his real son, which is laughably pathetic." Mr. Xiong cursed and laughed, also feeling indignant, "My sister really had her mind covered in lard to fancy such a blind fool. She didn’t end up well..."
As he spoke, his eyes reddened a bit.
Mrs. Xiong also wiped the corner of her eye and said, "Enough, this is his retribution. In any case, from now on, the Marquis Mansion will be Lian’er’s, and that’s enough."
"That’s right, it will be Lian’er’s. The Junior Temple Master said he only has Lian’er as a son. This is the real lone seed, the precious pearl. Madam, prepare a generous gift and have the second son deliver it to the Junior Temple Master. If not for her, Lian’er might really have fallen for that Demon’s magic and that vile woman’s Demon Art," Mr. Xiong ordered repeatedly.
"You don’t need to tell , I’ve already sent the second son over," Mrs. Xiong gave him an annoyed look.
Mr. Xiong: "Then go warm up a pot of wine for . Tell the kitchen to cut so spiced pig’s ear for to drink with. I need to drink heartily to celebrate. This is truly a delight."
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Jinhua Temple.
Master Tai Cheng’s face was pale as he looked at the continuously extinguished incense. From the incident to now, he didn’t know how many tis he had offered incense. Not once did the Grandmaster accept it. This was a punishnt for him.
He didn’t dare to look towards the Grandmaster, just despondently walked out of the outer hall and into the Daoist School.
Daoist Taiyang saw him and imdiately shouted, "Senior brother, how much longer will you bind ? Let go, my son is waiting for to rescue him."
"How would you rescue him?" Master Tai Cheng looked at him coldly and reprimanded, "You’ve already suffered backlash. Your own cultivation is regressing; how can you rescue him? I’ve already said to give up on this wishful thinking. Devote yourself to cultivation, but you still remain obsessed. Now, Marquis Chang’an has even sent people to guard the mountain gate, claiming our Daoist Temple practices evil magic, that we are part of the Evil Path. Devotees dare not co anymore, and most importantly, the Grandmaster won’t accept the incense I offer..."
Daoist Taiyang saw the frustration on his face and disdainfully said, "Senior brother, you are at the level of Foundation Establishnt. Marquis Chang’an is but a trifle. Just cast an unlucky technique on him, and he will have to bow his head. If senior brother is unwilling, I can be the villain."
Master Tai Cheng was shocked, "By doing so, do you wish to confirm the claims that Jinhua Temple is a place of Evil?"
Daoist Taiyang snorted coldly and said with indifference, "Senior brother, do you not know that the history books are written by the victors?"
As long as they’re the stronger party, who cares about what the truth is?
Master Tai Cheng felt a chill in his heart. He only wanted to fulfill his old master’s dying wish, to make the Daoist Temple prosper with his junior brother. That’s why he spared him. Now it seems that he made a terribly wrong move. If this continues, Jinhua Temple will be ruined. He pursed his lips, making a decision.
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