The Prime Minister's Darling

“This…” Doctor Chen couldn’t explain it, “Her Ladyship should be able to wake up soon, we can ask her to get the whole truth.”

Madame Fang lowered her head, her fingers slowly tightening into a fist.

Doctor Chen wrote a prescription, and Madame Fang took it and went to fetch the medicine from the pharmacy located in the villa.

Cuicui stealthily came in through the back door while Madame Fang was preparing the medicine in the small kitchen.

“Auntie!”

Madame Fang glanced out warily, closed the door and asked her, “What brings you here?”

Cuicui spoke in a hushed voice, “Huang Zhong suddenly came looking for Matron Fang, is there some kind of trouble?”

Madame Fang narrowed her eyes and said, “Her Ladyship has been taking medicine lately. She will be getting better soon!”

Cuicui blanched, shocked, “What? I thought… a slight provocation would trigger…”

Madame Yao had reacted negatively when stimulated previously, though her illness was not as grave then, she managed to survive a close call. Everything was supposed to go smooth this time, unexpectedly…

“The Empress Dowager has sent a letter, requesting the Marquis to bring the young lady back to the capital for her coming-of-age ceremony. Since the young master’s health has improved, the Marquis will surely bring Lady Gu and the young master back.…” Madame Fang said, her cold eyes resting on the steaming medicinal decoction.

…

Huang Zhong went to Matron Fang’s house under a pretense and brought the Sick Matron Fang back to the villa.

The Marquis personally went to interrograte her in the study room.

Only two maids were left in the room.

Madame Fang, carrying a bowl of steaming soup, walked in and said, “It’s fine, I’ll look after this. You two go to the dining room and see if the porridge for her ladyship is ready, and do not forget to send the fruit the young miss wanted to the Orchid Pavilion”.

“Yes,” the two maids agreed and left.

The room was now devoid of any third person, and it was eerily quiet.

Madame Fang held the soup bowl, stepped slowly to the bedside and looked down at the peaceful sleeping Madame Yao. She said contemptuously, “My lady, don’t blame your maid, blame the person who doesn’t want you to return to Marquis Residence

She then pry opened Madame Yao’s jaw and spoon-fed her the medicine…

Today is the day for the follow-up appointment of Gu Yan at Huichun Hall.

The second boss was not able to visit, Gu Jiao and the old doctor came instead.

The two were directly escorted by Yu Ya to Gu Yan’s courtyard.

Gu Yan’s current condition was very stable, and as long as he continued the medication, he could live for another two or three years without any problem.

The little dog’s injury had also healed. It remembered Gu Jiao, and as she arrived from afar, it hurried towards her which ended up with him falling over and yelping in pain.

That reminded Gu Jiao of Xiao Jingkong, who always fell over.

“The dog’s house was broken last time, let’s build another one,” Gu Yan calmly said.

Gu Jiao hummed anomalously. The house she built was rock solid, how could it be broken?

The servants lowered their heads in unison, pretending to know nothing about the little master tearing down the dog house in the middle of the night.

“Alright then.” Gu Jiao accepted.

Making another one wouldn’t matter much.

Gu Jiao stayed with Gu Yan for two hours. It was only after building a brand-new dog house that she got up and left.

After leaving the villa, she visited Old Lady Li as usual.

During her visit to Old Lady Li, she spotted a mulberry tree and thought of Madame Yao. She planned to check on whether Madame Yao’s condition had improved.

However, Gu Jiao had been knocking at the door for quite a while and no one opened it.

Perhaps they were not at home.

Or perhaps they were busy.

Gu Jiao decided to come again next time.

Just as she was about to turn around, she caught a faint, distant groan of pain.

The groan was very soft and seemed to come from afar. Ordinary people would not be able to hear it, but Gu Jiao had undergone training to recognise sounds in her past life, she needed to accurately discern breathing sounds amongst hundreds of different noises.

After she got this small body, her physical strength was not as good as before; however, it was slowly recovering.

The voice was that of Lady Gu’s.

Of this, Gu Jiao was certain.

Gu Jiao immediately shot back a few steps, scaled the wall and leapt in without bothering whether the door was locked.

By the time Gu Jiao reached Madame Yao’s room, only Madame Yao was left inside.

Madame Yao was lying unconscious on the bed, her face turning green, her forehead going dark, and her breath was extremely weak.

The room was filled with the strong smell of Chinese medicine, but there was no medicine bowl.

Gu Jiao found a few drops of not-yet-dried medicine juice on Madame Yao’s pillow, she bent over to smell it.

It was Wutou!

Wutou is a traditional Chinese medicine used to dispel cold and relieve pain, but it has its own toxic properties and wouldn’t be used frivolously. Since Madame Yao has a cold constitution, she would be absolutely prohibited from using Wutou.

Gu Jiao was not sure about how much Madame Yao had consumed, but she certainly had to vomit it out at once!