The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 1340 - 1340 652 Jiaojiao Makes Her Move (Double Update)_2

Chapter 1340: 652 Jiaojiao Makes Her Move (Double Update)_2 Chapter 1340: 652 Jiaojiao Makes Her Move (Double Update)_2 Jing Er Ye stood at the doorway of his eldest brother like a startled quail, uncertain whether to enter or leave.

When it came down to it, his big brother’s illness was his fault.

On the way back to the residence, they encountered the courtesan parading through the streets, and he just… lingered for a few too many glances, delaying their return and getting caught in a sudden downpour.

The carriage was drenched, and both he and his big brother ended up like drowned rats.

His own martial arts-trained body could withstand it, but his big brother surely suffered.

The second lady had just returned from burning joss paper and gave her husband a fierce glare, “It’s all your fault!”

Jing Er Ye sheepishly responded, “Blame me, blame me, it really is my fault.”

He hadn’t expected it to rain; had he known, not even the sight of the courtesan could have made him linger, not even if she were bathing!

The second lady was annoyed with him, but she couldn’t help feeling sorry for him as well, and said in a grievous tone, “The porridge is ready. Go eat something before you come back.”

Jing Er Ye sighed, “I have no appetite. I’ll stay here. Once my big brother is fine, then I’ll leave.”

The second lady said, “Your staying won’t help, you can’t aid Miss Miao in any way.”

Jing Er Ye thought for a moment, “Then… I will go and kowtow to our ancestors.”

With that, he turned and left.

The second lady watched his retreating figure and helplessly shook her head.

Inside the room, Miao Ruoxin was treating the Duke.

She didn’t particularly like having outsiders watching when treating patients, so besides her, there was only a personal maid she had brought from the Chen State.

The maid had a basic understanding of medicine and would assist her with the preparations, acting as a medicine boy.

“The triangular needle,” Miao Ruoxin, seated beside the bed, extended her hand to the maid.

The maid handed over a brand-new triangular needle.

The Duke had a persistent high fever, so Miao Ruoxin used the triangular needle to prick the Duke’s Dazhui acupoint and let out a few drops of blood.

After the bleeding, she treated the Duke’s wound and turned him to lie flat on his back.

“Go urge them to hurry the medicine.”

“I already urged them just now, they said it will be soon.”

Miao Ruoxin said nothing more.

Being roused in the middle of the night had exhausted her.

Just as she was about to ask her maid to pour a cup of strong tea to stay alert, she heard a faint voice.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked towards the Duke, who seemed to be muttering in his coma.

She leaned down to listen carefully to what the Duke was saying.

“Miss, is the Duke speaking?” asked the maid.

“Shh,” Miao Ruoxin gestured for silence.

After listening for a while, she sat upright and said to the maid, “He seems to be calling out a name, Yinyin.”

Miao Ruoxin hesitated for a moment, then took the Duke’s pulse again, checking the temperature in his palm as well.

As soon as her fingers touched him, the Duke reflexively grabbed her hand.

“Miss!” the maid exclaimed, startled.

The Duke kept calling out the name, “Yinyin… Yinyin… ”

“The medicine is ready…” The second lady, carrying the medicine herself, had just pushed the door open when she saw her big brother gripping Miao Ruoxin’s hand; she paused in her steps.

“Second lady,” Miao Ruoxin greeted her composedly, and then she withdrew her hand.

In truth, if you were more precise, it looked like the Duke had let go of her hand voluntarily.

He seemed to realize he had grabbed the wrong person.

But these subtle movements weren’t noticed by the second lady.

It took the second lady a while to step forward with the bowl of medicine, “How is… the Duke’s condition now?”

“I have applied acupuncture to the Duke, let’s wait and see,” said Miao Ruoxin.

“Ah,” the second lady pursed her lips, her gaze involuntarily drifting to the Duke’s hand.

Miao Ruoxin explained, “I was taking the Duke’s pulse just now.”

The maid hastened to explain for Miao Ruoxin, “It was the Duke who grabbed my mistress! The Duke kept holding my mistress’s hand and calling out… Yinyin! Who is Yinyin? Could it be that he has mistaken my mistress for someone…”

“Be quiet!” Miao Ruoxin commanded coldly.

The maid shut her mouth.

The second lady looked from the Duke to Miao Ruoxin, incredulously asking, “Did the Duke really just… call you Yinyin?”

Miao Ruoxin frowned and nodded.

As far as she was concerned, it certainly seemed that way; there was only her and the maid in the room, and the Duke had only grabbed her, calling her Yinyin.

“Put the medicine here, I will step out for a bit.”

No sooner had the second lady spoken than she rushed out, her skirts flying as she hurried to the ancestral hall of the Duke Residence.

Jing Er Ye was on his knees, earnestly kowtowing to his forebears.

“Stop kowtowing! I have something to discuss with you!” The second lady pulled Jing Er Ye out.

“What’s the matter?” Jing Er Ye looked at her, puzzled.

The second lady’s eyes sparkled, “The big brother spoke.”

Jing Er Ye was very calm, “Didn’t I already tell you earlier that big brother would call for Yinyin?”