Reborn as Powerful Minister's Beloved
Chapter 88 Onset of Illness

Chapter 88: Chapter 88 Onset of Illness

Yin He was faintly startled, the sense of loss in his heart was far greater than when he first saw her. Who was Yin He again? She said his name was Xingchen, because he looked like a star.

"You said my name was Xingchen." She probably didn’t remember herself, the one called Yin He that she had just saved a few days ago? After all, she had saved so many people.

Zheng Nianru raised her eyebrows, finally remembering this incident. But before Zheng Nianru could speak, another young man happily came in, skillfully wiping the table that Yin He had not yet finished cleaning.

"Master, you should give the tall and skinny one a different name. My name is also Xing Cheng, his name is Xing Cheng; won’t that be confusing?" The young man said with a grin as he wiped the chairs thoroughly as well.

"Hmm, a change is indeed needed. Yin He is not bad," Zheng Nianru nodded. Indeed, one should not casually name people.

"Mm." Yin He felt a bit aggrieved, but at least it wasn’t the name of the new person, which somewhat eased his heart.

"Tall and skinny one, be nimble with your hands and feet." Xing Cheng immediately urged Yin He, how many times have I told you, you must be diligent in front of the master? She saved your life and she provides good food and drink, do you not understand gratitude?

Yin He immediately quickened his pace, hurrying to tidy the wide couch next to him; this private room was specially reserved by Nanmen Yu, apart from when Zheng Nianru visited, even if the inn was full, this room was not to be used. It was only opened for Zheng Nianru’s visits.

At this moment, compared to the last time, the room seemed to have many more items. The various objects brought by Tan Zong had all been placed here by Nanmen Yu. Although they couldn’t compare with those used in the Qishun Building, they were still much better than before.

Zheng Nianru had noticed this, but she simply thought that the inn made more money than she had expected, and that’s why many new items had been added.

"Master—" Xing Le came in, excitedly carrying pastries. In these past days, the initial doubts had turned into nothing but gratitude. Although it was a mix-up, it wasn’t the master’s fault, right? "Does it taste good?"

Xing Le looked somewhat dazedly at Yin He, who had suddenly stopped, and then finally felt that something was not quite right with the boy.

"Tall and skinny one, what’s wrong with you?" Before Xing Le could finish speaking, the small brush in Yin He’s hand had already fallen to the ground, and he suddenly fell straight towards the couch. Zheng Nianru only heard a thud, then saw Yin He collapse directly.

Xing Le shouted loudly and went to pull Yin He.

Zheng Nianru’s eyelids twitched. Nanmen Yu, hearing Xing Le’s shout, rushed in immediately. The first thing he did upon seeing the person on the floor was to look at Zheng Nianru.

"I’m fine, check on him." Zheng Nianru had never experienced such an incident. She didn’t understand the abilities of Master Yin He, and at this moment, she still doubted whether taking in such a mage was too rash a decision. Look, it had become a problem now.

Nanmen Yu immediately rushed over and, seeing that the young man on the ground had just fainted, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"There is no serious issue, he just fainted; the doctor has already prescribed medicine." Although Nanmen Yu didn’t know the background of this young man, since Zheng Nianru had left him here, he knew he couldn’t be moved for the time being.

"Oh," Zheng Nianru nodded.

Nanmen Yu felt the woman before him had an odd expression. It was not overly concerned, even somewhat indifferent, but she was yet anticipating something.

Was it because this boy had lost his memory?

"Won’t you stay awhile?" Nanmen Yu felt that although this place was not as good as Qishun Building, he had put a lot of effort into it.

"No—" Zheng Nianru walked out of the inn. The carriage that had been waiting was already stopped in front of the inn. The carriage was also much more exquisite, and Zheng Nianru could see Nanmen Yu’s efforts.

Zheng Nianru, supporting Xing Yu by the hand, boarded the carriage, which slowly left.

A carriage was parked opposite the inn.

"Your Highness, shall we follow?" Qi Jin didn’t dare to ask more, his hands clutching the whip trembled slightly.

What had they just seen? Today the prince wanted to come personally to inspect the drafting plan for the river embankment, but on the way back, he unexpectedly saw the Commandery Princess.

Zheng Congyuan, however, did not hear Qi Jin’s words, his eyes fixed on the figure at the entrance of the inn.

The carriage had already turned the corner, yet you’re still standing at the doorway. Are you afraid that others won’t guess what’s on your mind?

"Your Highness, would you like your subordinate to—" Dealing with a hostage from Nanmen State isn’t difficult.

"Go to Prince Duan’s Mansion—" Zheng Congyuan said coldly as he spat out a few words and slammed the curtain shut, settling back into the carriage.

...

"She’s fainted, how could she faint, Master Ling Yi—" Noble Consort Wen was anxious to step forward. She couldn’t comprehend what Master Ling Yi was doing, but Fu Gong was just fine moments ago, so why did she suddenly pass out?

Eunuch Kang Ning immediately rushed forward for his master.

"Your Majesty need not worry, the Fourth Prince is not seriously harmed, but there is another matter for which I must ask for your assistance," Master Ling Yi said as the black ring-shaped jade in his hand trembled slightly. It continued shaking until the last wisp of dark energy was absorbed into it, and then it stopped. The black jade looked like a glossy, dark serpent coiled around the man’s wrist.

Noble Consort Wen snapped out of her daze, but her thoughts were still on Zheng Haoyuan. She glanced at him lying on the bed and after some time, she finally spoke.

"Please speak, Mage—"

"Your Majesty, other than the Fourth Prince and Eunuch Ho Sheng, were there others present at the time?" Master Ling Yi asked.

Noble Consort Wen was startled and didn’t quite understand Master Ling Yi’s implication. What others, and where would there be others?

"There was no one else." Just as Noble Consort Wen spoke, she suddenly remembered someone, "Master Ling Yi, do you remember the mage that Master Huo Yi personally invited? However, that mage had disappeared on the way back to the palace. I’ve had people search thoroughly. The mages of Qiandao Temple are all highly skilled in their spells..."

"He left?" Master Ling Yi was startled and somewhat surprised. That one?

"What, Master Yin He did not return to Qiandao Temple?" Noble Consort Wen was unaware of the key point.

"No, he did not." Master Ling Yi knew it was futile to ask further; that mage’s abilities were already taboo.

"If that’s the case, there’s no major issue. The Fourth Prince just needs to rest and recover quietly; Your Majesty need not worry." Master Ling Yi refocused his thoughts. Since there were residual spells on that mage, there should be no problem. At least those with ill intentions would not dare target that person.

"Thank you, Master Ling Yi."

...

"Sick?" Zheng Nianru was somewhat surprised, especially since it was the second time she heard it today. "We’ll go and see in a bit."

Zheng Nianru rubbed her shoulders. Fu Dong had already brought over a short stool and placed it in front of the couch, pounding her shoulders, while Nanny Yun went out to reply to Cang Er.

"Cang Er, you go back first. Our princess will rest a moment before going to visit the Fourth Prince." Nanny Yun comforted Cang Er, who had tears reddening her eyes, and Cang Er quickly kowtowed.

"Servant thanks the princess on behalf of our lord. Her Royal Highness the Princess, our Fourth Prince is really pitiable..." Nanny Yun quickly pulled Cang Er away. The princess had been out all day and must be tired, and besides, what use was there in talking to her? She didn’t have a high opinion of this boy anyway.

But, isn’t it true that the more paths you have, the more possibilities there are?

Nanny Yun sighed. She found the princess increasingly difficult to read. She had saved so many things at the inn; other than their appearances, what use were they? Besides, they were all trouble.

In the end, Zheng Nianru still went, but by the time she arrived, it was already dark, and there were more people at Zheng Haoyuan’s place than just him.

As for the person by her side, Zheng Nianru had heard Fu Gong mention him.

Named Yan Cheng, Fu Gong had said he was his new attendant.