Have You Written Your Will Today?
Chapter 133 Tomorrow you will give me her date and time of birth

Chapter 133: Chapter 133 Tomorrow you will give me her date and time of birth

Upon hearing this, Ni Kang fell silent for a moment, then raised his voice, his hand trembling as he took the pulse: "So, you fed her all those different medicines one by one?"

Cui Yun: "There’s still some left."

Those medicines! They’re not something you can buy for a few coins on the street!

He spent so much effort formulating those medicine pills!

It’s not like the more you eat, the better they are!

Taking one pill a day has eighty percent effectiveness. The second one, seventy percent, and the third only sixty percent.

It is evident that for the same medicine, the absorption decreases progressively after reaching a certain level of saturation.

Ni Kang took a deep breath to avoid fainting.

After all, this wasn’t too much; there was an instance where Cui Yun fed all the medicine to a cat that was completely dead.

Now it’s a person!

The girl he adores!

But! There’s still some left!

Ni Kang didn’t want to speak anymore.

He took a silver needle and pierced an acupuncture point; his movements were quick and precise. The long, thin silver needles plunged into the scalp, held between the thumb and forefinger, twisted rapidly together.

The girl’s tightly furrowed brows relaxed.

Still, Ni Kang dared not let his guard down, sweating profusely after the procedure, he took a deep breath and wrote a prescription, handing it to the servants to decoct.

Cui Yun stood still in a corner.

"How is it?"

Ni Kang: "The acute pain strikes her heart, caused by deep melancholy, fortunately, her life was saved. She will be fine once she wakes up."

However, as for Shen Hua’s illness, aside from feeling ashamed, he truly was at a loss.

Cui Yun nodded his head. Looking at Shen Hua on the bed, fragile like a porcelain doll, she who fears not even death, could she really be depressed?

It was hard to equate her with the girl who not long ago was squatting down, digging the earth with bare hands.

- I’m digging a hole.

- To bury myself in it.

She should be the most vivid and alive, not dead and dull like now.

It was precisely why, as if under a spell, he kept stuffing medicine pills into her tightly closed lips in the carriage.

Cui Yun inexplicably felt agitated, after a while, he turned and walked out.

"Where are you going, Marquis?"

Of course, there was no response.

Ni Kang shrugged his shoulders, he was used to it.

Cui Yun had gone to change his clothes.

It was true, the thick blood had dyed his clothes black, his patience until now had already been difficult.

Once he changed his clothes, the faint scent of medicine that seemed to linger on his fingertips.

He diligently washed his hands, one by one, finally restoring the calmness he had before.

After all this, he went to see Cui Xuan.

Qiao Si had already left the Octagonal Pavilion, while the amount of times the tea of Cui Xuan had been replenished was unknown. Seeing the familiar figure, Cui Xuan took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of her mouth.

"Mama."

Cui Yun greeted.

"Sit."

"Son comes for a matter."

Cui Xuan looked at him and smiled gently: "That girl is Miss Shen, right?"

"...Yes."

"What happened to her?"

"She’s out of danger."

Seeing that Cui Yun was unwilling to elaborate, Cui Xuan did not press further.

"Very well, I understand. Tomorrow, give me her birthdate and details."

Cui Yun’s hand pressed on the stone table, seemingly unhearing, spoke indifferently: "Miss Shen has been ill for a long time, it was a mistake for son to rashly bring her back home, and tarnishing her reputation would be a second mistake."

Cui Xuan’s heart sank. The smile at the corner of her mouth faded.

"What you mean is—"

Cui Yun only said one sentence: "There is still room in the West Garden."

Cui Xuan’s heart trembled.

The West Garden is where all the cousins who came to seek refuge in the Marquis Mansion reside.

"You really have no feelings for her at all."

"None, Mama is overthinking it."

Cui Xuan’s good mood vanished in an instant.

"Since you already have plans, why bother telling me? Now, your sister-in-law is the manager."

The man smiled slightly: "I must trouble Mama to make it clear to outsiders, she is your distant cousin."

Truly, his considerations were comprehensive.

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Qingtong Alley.

After You Qing finished offering incense at the Sanqing Temple, she was stopped by a neighbor of similar age.

The woman hesitated and pulled her into a corner, "Why have you just returned? Your mother-in-law was really furious today."

You Qing was stunned.

"Sister-in-law might be mistaken, my mother-in-law is usually very kind."

"How could I be wrong when I saw it with my own eyes?"

The woman said, "Not just me, but everyone who passed by saw it. All these years, I have never seen your mother-in-law lose her temper like that."

Hearing this, You Qing inevitably asked more. The woman’s mouth was usually loose, but she seldom fabricated stories.

"Just this morning, shortly after you left, there was a pretty girl pacing back and forth in front of your house."

"Your mother-in-law was initially chatting and laughing with her, but her face turned grim in an instant."

You Qing’s heart quivered.

"That girl looked as if she was about to cry at any moment. She kept knocking on your door. Midway, seeing something was wrong, I went up to pull her back, and she had quite the temper."

Then she turned her head and said.

—Mind your own business.

Quite offensive.

"It looked like she was about to tear down your house."

You Qing’s hands under her sleeves clenched tightly.

Seeing the woman starting to inquire about Shen Hua’s identity, she hurriedly interrupted.

"Sister-in-law, thank you for letting me know, I have something urgent at home, so I must leave now."

Leaving these words behind, she hurried back.

The woman watching her retreating figure spat disdainfully, "What is there to hide? It’s not like she’s rushing to reincarnate."

You Qing quickly entered the yard and headed straight for the old woman’s courtyard.

Even if Shen Hua held grievances, she wouldn’t argue with her mother-in-law without reason. As You Qing approached, she heard a soft voice inside.

"Mother, how should I explain this to Lady Qing?"

This was the voice of her husband.

"Lady Qing has kept her thoughts to herself all these years, but I know she greatly cares for that girl. Our son also hopes the two can reconcile. It would have been nice if Miss Shen had been invited to stay for a meal in our courtyard. What are you doing?"

The old woman didn’t look at her, just brooding silently. She seemed approachable when she smiled, but she was also very stern when frowning.

The interior was dimly lit, half of her face hidden in the dark.

"It’s not easy to explain; I drove the person away, it won’t affect your marital love!"

"Mother—"

"Enough said, if it wasn’t for her, could Lady Qing have had a miscarriage? The child was already forming, and just like that, gone. Not to mention the child, even her health deteriorated. It was because of that year’s incident that she can’t conceive now."

"I sympathize with her, and I’ve always advised her being alive is fortune enough, and I also know Miss Shen’s life is not smooth. But I’m old, and it pains me most that you don’t have children. After I’m gone, how am I supposed to face the ancestors of the Fang Family?"

There was a long silence in the room.

Eventually, the middle-aged man said firmly: "Mother, even so, I know it’s my fault, I love Lady Qing and I’m committed to her for life, I won’t divorce her."

The old woman’s tone was harsh: "Did I tell you to divorce her? Lady Qing is the most filial daughter-in-law! But what does that have to do with me disliking Miss Shen?"

You Qing’s grip on the door tightened. She stopped listening to what followed.

Feeling uneasy, she turned and hurried towards the pear garden, only to find it locked and deserted.